Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Strictly speaking, there is still one - your ancestor, the god of greed in this world," the existence in the black mist spoke slowly, but the clouds in the sky quickly turned into a huge mouth, opening towards the entire earldom. Devouring them, "Although after so many years, the souls of these people are only enough for me to make a tooth sacrifice, but it is better than nothing."

Ron and others watched helplessly as everything around them was destroyed by the giant mouth of the cloud. Countless undead souls were involuntarily sucked up into the sky and disappeared behind the clouds. Perhaps it was because Ron and others were not residents here. So he was able to stay safe in such a situation.

As the entire territory was swept away, there seemed to be a faint belch high in the sky, and a huge black-purple energy condensed like a substance. It was dropped from the air and blended lightly into the count's structure. in the magic circle.

Under the familiar formations of Ron and others, layer after layer of magic formations covered by time and dust were reactivated. These magic formations were established hundreds of years ago, and Ron and the others had no way of noticing them!

"No wonder he doesn't care about our help at all," Yelena murmured, "He has already completed the really important part!"

"Digest it yourself, Count Capone." The existence in the black mist disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only a string of echoes for the count. "It will probably take you hundreds of years to absorb these powers." Take it all in, but don’t worry, I’ll wait until then – we all will.”

"We have plenty of time!" the vampire responded with a laugh, reaching out to grab Sylvia, "Come on! Miss Sylvia! Absorb this energy! Don't waste any of it!"

"Are you crazy?!" Being in a magic circle that was rotating at high speed due to the majestic energy, Sylvia's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead - no one in her position could understand this better than her. What power! "I'm going to be so full!"

"You can't do that." The vampire stepped forward impatiently and grabbed her hair. "You are just a transit point connecting vampires and Richthofen's bloodline. These energies will pass through you and be absorbed by me. If you don't give You leave a drop - I will try my best to prevent you from being sucked into a mummy by me, but I can't guarantee it!"

"Now, absorb this energy for me!"

Count Richthofen could not endure it for a second. He had paid too much for this moment and encountered too many changes. As a witch, his wife and daughter cursed him before he died, causing that existence to He mistakenly believed that the experiment here had failed. In order to prove that he was still valuable, he had to transform himself and all the people in the territory to survive. This also made it difficult to hold the ceremony hundreds of years later.

As an undead creature, he cannot bear the power that he could bear as a living person, so he must find a medium, a medium other than the body and soul of his wife and daughter - a half-vampire.

Sylvia is the perfect vehicle. The count deceived the mage with half-truths and half-falsehoods. He did need to change Sylvia's bloodline, but this was not to abdicate in favor of someone better, but to allow himself to truly move towards immortality.

Now, all the plans have been achieved, and he is only one final kick away from gaining full power, and when this kick is kicked, of course, the goal is not decided by the goalkeeper.

Sylvia, who was in it, couldn't resist the operation of the surrounding magic circle. Unparalleled energy gathered into her body, almost bursting her. However, it was precisely with such a buffer in her body that all the The energy has been re-refined and can be absorbed by an undead creature normally.

However, when Count Richthofen saw that the heat was almost there and was about to open the door to seize the fruits of success, an unexpected problem stood in front of him: a final kick...

But the door is actually locked? !

"What are you doing? If you don't want to die, pass your power to me!" The earl roared angrily, "Do you want to be a hero? Huh?! What good will this do to you!"

Power filled Sylvia's body, but he couldn't get even a single bit of it? !

She is a vampire and has Richthofen's blood. Just to be on the safe side, the earl just gave her the chance to kill his wife and daughter, so that she could be connected to Hekate's witch lineage - she is now Like the second Mary, how could she resist his will!

"I...I don't want to..." Sylvia was choked by the count, almost suffocating her whole body, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get rid of the vampire's iron-like hands, and there was no way to get rid of the vampire's iron-like hands. The power of terror is given to the count.

Being strangled to death or being stretched alive were almost the only two endings for Sylvia. But because the path was blocked, the composite magic circle began to shake violently, hinting at the third or even fourth ending.

"The magic circle! The magic circle is about to explode!" Ron forced himself to take a breath and limped to the magic circle, but was still blocked by the barrier outside. "Earl! Open the magic circle quickly! Otherwise everything will happen." It’s all in vain!”

"You're dreaming!" At this time, the earl no longer had the idol baggage of a veteran nobleman, and his nervous roar reflected his inner anxiety and fear, "You did all this, right?! You destroyed my life. Plan! You will all die here when I get out!"

"What did you do to Sylvia?!"

"It wasn't us who did it, but she did it herself," Yelena stood up slowly with the help of the ground, and walked step by step to the outside of the magic barrier. The shadow spirit showed her neck, which was even paler than that of the vampires. The two blood holes pierced by the fangs were so shocking, "Sylvia, 'Does my noble blood suit your taste'?"

"You sucked her blood?!" The count was struck by lightning instantly, "It was when you released the dark magic!"

"Damn it! I didn't authorize you to suck blood! You shouldn't have taken any other plasma these days! My charm and suggestion can't make you do such a thing!"

"Hehe..." Sylvia, who felt that her cervical vertebrae were about to be crushed, sneered, "Lord Earl... Compared with benefactors and friends, your relationship is still slightly, slightly worse."

"Victoria's flame attack is enough for me to wake up."

"But I didn't expect that your ritual would be so fragile... It's just a drink of It's just blood, that's it..."

"You drank the blood of another Richthofen!" The vampire's eyes were red with anger, "Don't you know anything about the arcane? ! The more powerful the spell, the more sophisticated it is. Why don't you just suck this Ron to death, at least it won't have such a big impact!"

"Damn it! You idiots! If you still want to live, do as I say. If you can get rid of the part she absorbed, maybe you can--"

"That's too troublesome," Yelena reached out and dipped her blood from her wound, dripping it on the barrier of the magic circle, "Since the power has been gathered in Sylvia's body, and you were planning to pass the throne to Sylvia, why not go with the flow?"

"What are you going to do? No! Get out!" The count looked at Yelena in horror as she easily entered the magic circle-she also had Richthofen's blood in her body. Although the two were distantly related, it was still enough for her to penetrate the barrier composed of blood magic!

The Count let go of Sylvia and rushed forward. His fist as big as a casserole with arcane brilliance smashed into Shadow Spirit's body. However, Shadow Spirit seemed to be extremely numb to all external forces at this time. Even the broken bones and organs could not break her face. She had a faint smile of mockery on her face.

"Ron, do you have any treasures related to undead creatures?" Yelena turned her head in an unreasonable manner, and stretched out a hand from the barrier while looking at Ron. Ron swore that the cynical look had only been seen on the face of another existence, "Give it to me, to Sylvia."

"Otherwise, you will all die here. Do you believe it?"

"Related to undead creatures?" Ron was stunned for a moment. At this time, Yelena's eyes made him unable to raise the idea of ​​questioning, but the problem was that the only equipment that the Death Knight dropped had been taken back to Purgatory by Faramar? Where else could he have it...

It seems that he really has it!

A piece of blood that was as black as obsidian appeared in Ron's hand. This was the blood essence of the demon lord that had been refined by Gracia.

"That's it!" Yelena held the blood essence and dodged nearly ten attacks from the vampire with agility that was completely inconsistent with her current physical condition. With a flick of her index finger, the blood essence immediately turned into a black light and shot towards the dying vampire. "Sylvia, open your mouth!"