Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 245: POOF!

If the Vampires weren’t in the Forsaken Village on the day when the Forza Kingdom was going to attack, then where could they be?

Pablo had enough brains to know the answer for that.

The Vampires were outside the Village.

And by all means, Pablo was correct.

The army of Forza entered the Village from the backside so that left the front side of the Village unguarded.

So, from there, came out millions of people.

All of them had weapons on them and in the front were Nine men.

They were wearing armor and all the men were strikingly beautiful. They were almost shining.

"Men!" One of the Nine men shouted. He was standing in the middle.

The millions of people behind him thumped their legs.

"If we keep walking ahead, we will see the Glory city on our left side. Our target is that and our goal is..…"

The man paused and raised his hand.

"Don’t spare anyone."

"Yes!" The people shouted and finally, all of them marched forward.

The guards standing at the entrance of the Glory city heard the approaching footsteps.

They jerked their heads in the direction.

They saw nothing so they walked a little far from the entry gate.

They stared ahead and they finally saw a horde.

"Hmm? Are our people returning from the village?" One guard guessed.

"Isn’t that too early? And the mist is still there." Other guard said.

They couldn’t see the faces of the men as they were far away. But they for sure knew a group of people were coming towards them.

In a few seconds, the group of people was finally close to the guards.

The guards instantly figured out they were not the soldiers who went inside the village.

"Who are you? State your purpose." The guard called out. He pointed his spear at the nine men standing in front of the group.

The other guard did the same.

The man in the middle of the nine men raised both of his hands in the air.

"Calm down, soldiers. We are just a few….."

The man made eye contact with the soldiers and grinned.

"Vampires."

Two pointy canines of the man greeted the guards and the man said it himself. No other proof was needed.

"Vampires? H-How? Run! Inform his highness!"

"Don’t bother. We will do that ourselves."

The man waved his hands and the next second…..

POOF!

Both guards blew up.

They just popped like balloons.

The spot where the guards stood was decorated with the remains of those two. They died without any warning.

"Keep going, men. Don’t stop. I will stay at the back." The man ordered and the soldiers behind him carried forward.

Now only eight men were in the front of the soldiers and the Ninth man was in the back of all.

"What were they thinking revealing everything on that pamphlet of theirs? This is too easy."

The man had a copy of some kind and it was the same copy that was distributed all around the kingdom.

The copy that contained the confession of the Vampire Woman.

"Though, this detective must be special. He made Monica open her mouth."

The man stared at the name of Pablo for a few seconds.

"Well, fuck it."

He crumbled the copy inside his fist and followed behind the soldiers.

The troop of the Vampires reached inside the Glory city and they garnered attention instantly.

The residents walking around turned their heads at the large number of men and they all stopped what they were doing.

All the Vampires reached inside the Glory city and the eight men and the soldiers stood still, their eyes on the castle of the King.

Though, the man in the back of the army roamed his head all around the city.

He even walked around the area.

His tall build and devilish face treated the hearts of the Women present there.

"This is a good city you all have here." He said, smiling.

"Who are you?" A man asked.

"Oh. Sorry for the late introduction. I am Quilin. Quilin Madock." The Vampire introduced himself.

"Who might you be, good sir?" Quilin asked the man.

"I am Lord Bitter. I am a Royal. What are you doing here with such an army? Get lost."

"Oof. You really are Bitter, royal highness."

"Look, you are wasting my time. I have to go somewhere."

"Oh. Sorry for that. But are you going somewhere by foot? I mean, by walking?" Quilin asked.

"Yes. What’s wrong with that?"

"No, it’s just.." Quilin’s gaze shifted at Bitter’s torso. "Don’t you find trouble walking while carrying such a big stomach? Are you perhaps pregnant, good sir?"

Bitter’s brows shot up.

The other residents laughed and that only annoyed the Lord more.

"You insolen-"

"Alright. Now I am wasting my time. Get going."

Quilin looked Bitter in the eye and the same thing happened…

POOF!

Lord Bitter blew up.

He exploded from inside and only then did the surrounding people finally register the scene.

They were in danger.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!!"

"Run!"

They cried at the top of their lungs and ran all around. Mostly, they ran towards their homes.

Quilin laughed at the scenario and addressed his soldiers without looking.

"Well, kill them all."

Quilin gave the main order and that was all what the soldiers needed.

They did no warcry and broke the formation.

Each soldier ran in different directions and killed anyone they saw.

The eight men also moved but one of them came towards Quilin.

"What will you do, young sire?" He asked.

Quilin sat on a bench placed near the entrance of the city.

He rested one leg on top of another and brought his hands behind his head.

"I’ll just keep an eye from here. You all go. I will kill the King and this kingdom will be ours. Just have fun for now."

"As you say."

The man also went to have fun just like the Young sire—Quilin ordered.

Quilin kept an eye on everything happening around and he also focused on the entrance of the King’s castle.

"All the high dukes must have gone inside the Village. The King should be alone. The guards already started coming. Well, they will handle them. I only want the King."

The Vampire soldiers killed the residents of the Glory city and the eight men fought the guards that came because of the sudden attack.

They were overwhelmed as the Vampire soldiers and the eight men were no joke.

Quilin after a while ignored the guards and the residents. His focus only remained on the King’s castle.

He also paid attention to the balcony of the castle.

"He should have gotten the news of the attack. Why isn’t he doing something? Is he scared because he has no one?"

"He has me though."

Quilin turned around his head.

"Oh. So one high duke remains here. Nice to meet you."

A man stood behind the bench, behind Quilin.

And as the young sire said, the man was none other than the high duke who stayed with the King.

"It happened just like the detective said. You people really came." The High duke said.

"He is a smart one, isn’t he? I would have loved to meet him." Quilin remained seated. No shred of fear on his face.

A high duke came behind him out of nowhere and the Vampire was as calm as ever.

"You are the leader, don’t you?" The high duke asked.

"The name’s Quilin."

"Jemon."

Both men introduced themselves and locked eyes.

"Come in front, Jemon. My neck is hurting."

"Better?"

"Yeah. Thanks for that."

Jemon was in front of Quilin. In the blink of an eye.

"So, are you ready to die?" Jemon asked.

Quilin shook his head. "Before that, I want to ask something."

Jemon said nothing and Quilin asked his question.

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"You said the detective predicted we would come here. So did he make any precaution? I mean, we are winning right now and one high duke won’t be enough to stop us."

"The detective only predicted that you would come because the pamphlet revealed everything. He had suggested some soldiers to stay back but his highness sent everyone with him. Only I am here. And his highness thinks….."’

Jemon rolled his wrists and for the first time, smiled.

"I’ll be enough."

"You are a funny one. But you have to deal with my brothers first. You can kill them if you want."

"If it’s about what I want then..." Jemon stepped towards Quilin.

He reached out and grabbed the collar of the young sire.

"I would rather kill you."

Quilin grinned. "You can’t."

THRAAM!

Jemon would have done something to Quilin but before he could, he was charged by one of the Eight men.

The brother of Quilin as he said.

Jemon was a big man, just like his name he looked like a butcher as well.

But the man who charged at him, wasn’t a puny Vampire either.

Jemon and the Vampire fell far away from Quilin and the high Duke instantly collected his senses.

He stood up and in front of him were Eight men.

"Eight against one. Talk about odds." Jemon remarked.

He patted his clothes and was ready to wipe the floor with the eight of them.

But before the fight could begin…..

"You look like you need some help."

A voice came from behind Jemon and Jemon slightly looked over his shoulder.

A young man came walking towards the high duke and stood beside him.

"Who are you?" Jemon asked. The young man looked like a kid while standing with Jemon.

The young man cracked his fingers and without looking at the high duke, he shared his identity.

"A private detective. They call me….."

The man paused and finally spared a glance at Jemon.

"Adolf Hustler."