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

Chapter 2: Vampire Bride Verona (Please read!!)

Pieces of cloth were flying, the girl's screams, and the man's wanton laughter, and they instantly echoed in the room.

The man knew very well that this might be his last carnival before his death!
As the man continued to tear, the woman's body was stripped down to a half-covered and attractive white sheep in a moment, adding a bit of temptation.

The girl was too weak to struggle. Tears of despair wet her eyes. She murmured with lifeless eyes:
"Merciful Lord! I am your devout believer, why do you let me suffer such hardships?"

The girl is not only the first heir to Transylvania, but also a devout believer of the Roman Catholic Church.

In Transylvania, she has always been synonymous with beauty and elegance, and her character has always been peaceful.

She was so naive that she even considered giving up her throne to her brother, but she never expected
The desperate and helpless girl had already given up praying to the gods. She obviously found that praying to the so-called gods was completely useless.

Seeing her disgusting brother cutting the rope and about to separate her fair legs, she couldn't help but shout in despair:
"Who can save me? I am willing to give everything I have!"

"Puchi! Ugh!"

The man opened his eyes wide, looking at the tip of the sword piercing through his chest, blood dripping continuously.

"Hohoho~"

He gasped heavily, mixed with the fear of death, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

He turned his head with difficulty. He saw the red armor and the black cloak. When he saw the man who suddenly appeared behind him, his pupils couldn't help but shrink and then dilate.

"The Impaler! Vlad!" the man said, and died instantly.

"This, this is coming so fast!"

The girl looked at the scene in front of her stupidly, feeling that her brain was not enough at the moment. Her cherry lips were wide open, looking very cute.

It was not until the girl realized that the man was looking at her that she came to her senses.

The girl who witnessed all this was not afraid at all. Instead, she looked straight at the heroic man who suddenly appeared and saved her from danger, and a trace of confusion gradually flashed in her eyes.

Her heart, which had originally been calm towards men, began to beat wildly when faced with this man who suddenly appeared.

Vlad couldn't help but find it interesting to see the delicate girl in front of him, who was naked, with a gradually flushed face and suddenly rapid breathing.

He walked over the man's body, slowly squatted down, reached out and gently lifted the girl's delicate and white chin, and looked at it carefully.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly and her body gradually stiffened in the face of Vlad's domineering and frivolous behavior.

At this moment, she was very clear about how attractive she was at the moment.

However, faced with the man's unreasonable behavior, the girl felt a little excited in her shame for some reason.

Faced with such a situation, the girl's eyes became even more flustered and ashamed, as if she was trapped in a strange cycle.

At this moment, Vlad looked at the tall and attractive girl with long black hair in front of him. Her original elegant and dignified temperament was gone at this moment, and there was only the charming and blushing girl's posture.

"What you said before is true."

Hearing the words in her ears, the girl was confused at first.

But she soon understood the meaning, and facing the man who saved her in despair, the girl nodded without hesitation.

"Of course it's true. I'm willing to give everything I have!" The girl said with a hoarse voice and a firm look.

Faced with this man who suddenly appeared and saved her when she was full of despair and helplessness, for some reason, the girl was very convinced that this man was the prince she had always dreamed of.

This feeling is very mysterious, but very real.

Vlad raised the corner of his mouth slightly, released the girl's jaw, and slowly slid his fingers down her slender neck: "Your name."

"My name is Verona," the girl with long black hair said in a trembling voice.

At this moment, under the man's domineering gaze and the gentle touch of his fingers, she was very sensitive and ashamed, completely losing her usual coldness and dignity.

Her body trembled involuntarily, and an unprecedented sense of being conquered continued to stimulate her nerves at this moment.

For a moment, her originally dull life fell into a strange state of trembling.

This special psychological stimulation made her feel confused and a little bit of desire from the bottom of her heart.

Vlad naturally noticed Verona's current condition, and a look of understanding appeared in his eyes.

But at this time, Vlad fell into deep thought because of the girl's image and name.

Just because of the girl's image and name, he felt inexplicably familiar.

As he searched his memories, Vlad couldn't help but open his eyes strangely.

Because he already knew why this girl looked so familiar to him.

Van Helsing!
The name of a movie suddenly popped up in Vlad's mind.

The girl in front of you is the eldest of Dracula’s three beautiful vampire brides: Verona!
Isn't this the world of Dracula's first year?
Vlad was in a daze over his discovery.

"You~Can you untie the rope on my hands first?" Verona, who was still a girl with long black hair at this time, said softly with misty eyes and a shy face.

Vlad came to his senses and without thinking any more, he untied the girl first.

Verona stood up, stretched out her slender arms to cover her vital parts, and said with a shy blushing face:
"I~I don't know how to call you yet."

Vlad looked at the girl in front of him, who looked both celestial and lustful at the moment, and said casually:

"Just call me Master."

“Ah~?!!”

The girl opened her mouth, first in confusion, then in shock.

Vlad stepped forward, his strong and tall body approaching Verona with a strong momentum.

He took the tall, fair and delicate girl into his arms and said domineeringly:
"you are not willing!"

Verona didn't know why, but when facing Vlad, the girl's delicate body suddenly felt numb.

A tremor from the heart suddenly surged up, and Verona said softly:
"I am willing."

Only after she finished speaking did Verona come back to her senses. Suddenly she felt ashamed, as if she didn't recognize herself at this moment.

"How could this happen! Why do I feel like I'm no longer myself when I see him?"

Although it is a bit confusing, it is true, as if it was destined.

Although Verona was somewhat confused, for some reason, she felt a sense of relief and joy in her heart, as if it was supposed to be so.

"How strange." Verona thought to herself.

Looking at Verona who buried her head in his arms because of shyness, Vlad's mouth curled up slightly.

Looking at the dim sky outside the room, the world is becoming more and more interesting!

The blood soaked the palace, and the chaotic shouting and killing had not ended until this moment.

For the elite soldiers of the Ottoman Empire who had experienced many battles, it would be more accurate to say that they came to make money from the war rather than to quell the rebellion.

At this time, only a small part of the chaos in the city was caused by the remaining resistance forces.

The real chaos was actually caused by the Ottoman soldiers who broke into the city and took advantage of the war to fish in troubled waters.

The Ottoman army commanded by Vlad at least knew some rules.

Every time a city was captured, General Vlad allowed his soldiers to have a day of partying, but forbade them to attack civilians, after all, civilians did not have much wealth.

However, they occupied 90% of a city. This not only undermined the will of the civilians to resist to the death, but also achieved the result of splitting them from the stubborn aristocratic forces.

Coupled with Vlad's previous brutal piercing torture, Vlad rarely encountered stubborn resistance after he became famous.

After all, no one wants to face a brutal Vlad.

This time is no exception!
This also made Vlad the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire and his most trusted general, and he even directly appointed Vlad as the King of the Principality of Wallachia.

After the rebellion was suppressed, it was time for Vlad to return and inherit the throne.

Walking in the Transylvanian palace, Vlad said to the nearby guards:
"Pass the order down to maintain order in the city. What I want is an intact Transylvania!"

"As you command, Lord Vlad."

The guards bowed to Vlad with fanatical reverence and quickly left.

She paid no attention to the beautiful girl in tattered clothes behind Vlad.

Verona, who heard the guard calling her from behind, only then knew the man's name.

"You are the Archduke the Impaler, Vlad!" The girl looked very surprised.

"Hmm? Didn't your brother say that just now?" Vlad said with a raised eyebrow.

The girl's eyes avoided Vlad in panic, and she hesitated, not daring to look at him.

Looking at Verona's slender fingers stirring in her hands, her blushing face, and her panic-stricken look.

Vlad understood it in his heart. He didn't expect that in Van Helsing, there was a beautiful vampire bride who was generous, confident and had the demeanor of a lady.

It's really amazing that it looks like this now.
This won't work. It looks like she needs some proper discipline.

Fred smiled evilly, "Interesting."

The young girl Verona looked at Fred in confusion. Although she didn't know why he was laughing, when she saw Vlad smiling, inexplicably, she also smiled.

(End of this chapter)