Chapter 100: Betrayal and Being Betrayed【Read On!!】

Time flew by rapidly; two years later.

At this time, in the Dark World, the situation had already undergone a major shift.

Because Fulade's swift rise, the entire continent began to show signs of chaos.

Many creatures hidden in the shadows started to surface, trying to fish in the muddied waters of this great conflict to reap their own profit.

The most famous among them is the Queen of Witches Ma'erjin, who vanished for a hundred years and has now reappeared.

Moreover, intelligence shows that in a place called Moor Forest, a group of plant‑type beings are also stirring.

After two years of development, the continent's situation is now at a boiling point.

The major kingdoms are each choosing sides, and those that can stay neutral are few.

Because the Dark Faction held the initiative, it struck swiftly before the Holy Court and the Ottoman Empire could react, solidifying its rear.

It also extended its tendrils into the Ottoman Empire and major dioceses, causing the Holy Court to be overwhelmed from the start.

Istanbul, Wilson Marquis Manor.

Two years ago, Miss Malisika, who had run away from home for almost a year, finally returned, easing the Marquis's perpetually gloomy heart, but as a result Malisika was placed under house arrest.

And the truth is?

In the dim room, on a soft bed, a graceful, alluring figure lay on her side.

Golden wavy hair cascaded, a few strands tangled across her face; her fair, delicate cheek bore a hint of red, lips slightly part, neck lines elegant and refined.

At this moment, she lay on her side, a veil of gauze draped over her body; her pale chest was hazy, round as a full moon, exceedingly full.

With slightly rapid breaths, a faint tremor rippled in waves.

One could say the ambiguous, enchanting atmosphere was fully amplified.

Beneath her slender, supple waist, her hips widened, two long delicate thighs dangled outward, white and fleshy.

Exuding ultimate seductive charm.

At this moment, a slender hand rested on her graceful waist, and upon closer look, it was not a man's.

Malisika lifted her pristine, long finger, gently lifted the jaw of the person beside her, and the finger slid downward.

Until she touched a plump rosy spot, she then giggled:

"Hehe~ Truly didn't expect, Sonia, two years have passed, you little imp, and you still haven't been eaten by the shivering Master, how odd."

Beside her stood a deep brown‑haired, graceful girl, whose charm rivaled Malisika's.

Her hazy eyes exuded a hint of spring passion; a slightly spirited little face cast a charming glance at Malisika—she was Sonia, now grown into a maiden.

From their slightly disheveled clothing, it was clear some indescribable scene had occurred.

"Hmph, Fulade always treats me as a little girl; I've made the first move several times, yet he hasn't seen."

Sonia pursed her little mouth in displeasure, tender and dripping, very cute.

"Oh, so you came to me," Malisika said, giving Sonia a meaning‑laden glance.

"Who gave you the idea?"

"It was Sister Sibyl," Sonia admitted when she couldn't hide it.

"Besides, you need help here, so I voluntarily offered to come and assist you."

"Oh, by the way, this is from the Master, who asked me to give you the latest crafted magical armor."

A faint glow flickered in Sonia's hand, and an object materialized out of thin air.

It was a golden necklace engraved with mysterious magical runes, harboring a remarkable magical aura.

A flash of emotion crossed Malisika's fair, charming face; although the past two years of war with the Holy Court had been at a boiling point, the two had met rarely.

Yet Fulade's concern for her never ceased.

Looking at this newly advanced magical gear, Malisika seemed to see Fulade's worry for her.

She took the necklace, examined it carefully for a moment, then Malisika placed it on her delicate neck.

"This is Dean Adeliana, who just achieved a breakthrough in technology and materials, overcoming previous high‑level magical equipment limits, creating a magical armor suitable for Level‑One beings."

"This necklace can, in emergencies, raise a magical shield to protect you from harm, and it also emits a concealment aura; even when facing a Tier‑Two opponent, it can grant you a brief window to escape."

Sonia spoke with an envious expression, her little mouth involuntarily pursed.

"Hehe~ Alright, once you reach Level‑One, the Master certainly won't forget you."

Malisika chuckled, pinching Sonia's delicate cheek, her face beaming with joy.

Dong dong~ dong dong~~ A rhythmical knocking sounded. Grabbing the Sonia who was about to get up and hide, Malisika simply smoothed her clothes and, in a lazy coquettish voice, said, "Come in."

Creak, the door opened.

A maid in servant attire approached with a respectful expression.

As if she hadn't noticed Sonia's presence in the room, she respectfully said to Malisika, "Miss, a report from Group One: the Sabel Kingdom has been turned, and cleanup operations against the Sabel Diocese have begun."

"Group Two: the Ottoman Proton Unit has fully joined us, at a cost—"

"Group Three: the attempt to turn Bishop O'lei failed, now switched to assassination."

"Group Four: currently missing."

While the maid was reporting, the previously missing Group Four had already completed the assassination of Marquis Ma Men, a leading Ottoman combatant.

However, before they could leave the front‑line camp, they were surrounded by a sudden swarm of Holy See Knights.

"Bad, split and break out," the Group Four leader, realizing the danger, ordered immediately.

As soon as the words fell, several turned into a flock of bats and fled outward.

Luoke is a low‑class civilian of the Ottoman Empire.

His mother was gravely ill, with no money for treatment, so he could only wait for death at home.

Yet one day, someone cured his mother's stubborn illness on the condition that he join the newly rising Blood Flame Church.

Luoke did not hesitate; he agreed.

And because he performed outstandingly and his faith was steadfast, he passed the assessment and became a member of Shadow Hall.

Just when he thought this would be his future life, unexpectedly, a twist occurred at that moment.

Indeed, he became a traitor.

The person who had saved his mother earlier appeared, and then he realized that the one who wanted him to join the Bloodflame Church actually belonged to the Holy Court.

Luoke originally wanted to refuse, but that person said something that made him change his mind: "From the start, I placed you in there; do you think they would believe you are innocent?"

"Yeah, how could they?"

The bat swarm dispersed, and Luoke revealed his figure.

Looking at his comrades in the camp facing encirclement and death, his heart was full of sorrow, but what of it, his mother was still waiting for him.

However, if the mother who secretly also believed in the Bloodflame Church learned that he had done such a thing, she would probably be saddened.

At that moment, footsteps sounded behind him; Luoke turned and saw a Judgment Hall deacon wearing a black Holy Court cloak and soft armor underneath walking toward him.

"The mission was completed well; what's your name?" a golden‑haired middle‑aged deacon said with a smile.

"Luoke, Sir Deacon, I am Laolun deacon's informant." Luoke hurriedly replied.

"Hmm, congratulations on becoming one of us." He said, smiling as he moved to embrace Luoke.

But just as he approached Luoke, a hint of ferocity appeared on the middle‑aged deacon's smiling face before Luoke could react.

Psshh~!

A dagger radiating holy light now pierced Luoke's heart.

Luoke stared at the dagger in his chest, blood flooding his mouth, and incredulously looked at the middle‑aged deacon, saying: "W‑why… kill me?"

The middle‑aged deacon twisted the dagger and said, "Because I am SuoluoMen."

As the dagger was withdrawn, Luoke instantly turned to ash under the erosion of holy light.

This is not the first case, and the same holds within the Holy Court.

War is not only on the surface; the hidden struggles are equally perilous.

Looking at the distant cavalry legion spreading from the northern Klovit region, it instantly broke through the chaotic Ottoman front large camp. SuoluoMen smiled and left.

Not far away, in a ravine, lay the corpse of a Holy Court deacon, the superior who had turned Luoke, Holy Court deacon: Laolun.

At the same time.

Looking at the message coming through the communication crystal in his hand, Fulade smiled with satisfaction: "It seems your father did quite well."

Wuwu~ uh

PS: Going home today; will see if I have time tonight to add another chapter.

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