Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Instinctively, the vampire count sensed the danger contained in the black object, and he did choose to block it. However, under the control of a shadow spirit that he had beaten half to death, the object seemed to come alive, deftly dodged his interception, and melted into a pool of black liquid in the mouth of another half-dead vampire.

"What did you give her--"

Before the vampire count finished speaking, a terrifying aura rose from Sylvia's body. The count who tried to approach was instantly swept aside by a force stronger than him. The vampire struggled to stand up, and under her feet, the multiple magic arrays immediately made a sharp explosion sound that was overwhelmed!

"No!" The count shouted in horror, but he could do nothing. He could only feel that all the energy in the entire magic array, the power that should have belonged to him, was being drawn away by Sylvia! What's even more shocking is that this creature, which is neither a complete undead nor a complete living person, can perfectly absorb the mighty power that even he has to be cautious of!

She could have been blown to pieces at any time just now!

The only explanation is the most unreasonable one - the black stone!

"I, I have never felt so close to power!" Sylvia looked at her hands in disbelief. She once again felt the power of life and death, just like that night in the cemetery - even several times more!

After all, she only had part of the earl's authority that night, but now she is probably far better than the earl himself in his heyday!

The muscles, bones and even nerves of the vampire are repairing rapidly at a speed that defies common sense, and she doesn't need to control them at all. She only needs to stand still and vitality will continue to flow out of her body!

In an instant, Sylvia even felt that she had gotten rid of her half-vampire identity. She seemed to be able to choose between the two at will: to be a living person again or to become the purest vampire!

At this point, the Count has fully understood his failure. The fruits of his victory were stolen by a pariah from a foreign land! But he has paid everything. If he cannot get this power, that existence will no longer trade with him. He will lose both his money and his people, and even become a laughing stock.

The Count roared wildly, and the whole person turned into a group of bats wrapped in crimson blood mist, rushing towards Sylvia.

"Sylvia! Don't stand there stupidly!" Ron and Yelena's simultaneous reminders made Sylvia, who was immersed in unparalleled power, come back to her senses. As her mind moved, a long sword made entirely of blood appeared in her hand out of thin air. The blood-red sword light flashed, and the surrounding bats responded!

The barrier of the magic circle was lifted, and the embarrassed vampire count regrouped into human form thirty or fifty meters away. A terrible wound from the shoulder to the thigh almost split him in half. Even a vampire could not heal such an injury in a short time. A few strands of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his expression was not sure whether he was crying or laughing.

"Failed! Hecate, Mary! I finally failed!" The count shouted frantically, and fled to the distant room without looking back, "But I also succeeded! Imrefa Tariot! I finally got your power!"

"He... ran away?" Ron stared blankly at the vampire count who disappeared in an instant. His mind was still not around for a while. He turned his head and saw Sylvia standing there in a daze, covering her neck with her hands, wondering what she was thinking.

"Sylvia, you're hurt!"

"Injured? Yes," the suddenly powerful vampire was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a bitter smile, "The Count bit me - it was really unpleasant."

"This is the bite of a real vampire. In addition to simply sucking blood, he will also inject venom into the victim in order to transform the person into a derivative," Yelena suddenly collapsed to the ground and let out a painful roar, "- my mistress!"

"Was it Gracia who took over just now?" Ron quickly took out a healing potion from his bag to heal Yelena's wounds. The shadow spirit's injuries were too serious, and her unreasonable actions just now made her injuries worse.

"What do you want to take over... Yes, the master suddenly took over my body just now - ah!"

Yelena gritted her teeth and tried to rely on willpower to get through it, but this was obviously impossible. When Ron uncorked the fifth bottle of healing potion, the poor shadow spirit had completely fainted from the pain.

"It must be a bad feeling..." Sylvia looked at the shadow spirit on the ground with sympathy. Her injuries were almost as severe as Yelena's, but under the treatment of that power, she would only be stronger than before.

"The injury has stabilized, let her recover slowly," Ron put down the sixth bottle of potion, stood up and looked at Sylvia, "What about you? Yelena just said there would be vampire toxins--"

"It doesn't matter, his current rank is even lower than mine, and the so-called toxins can't invade my body at all," Sylvia waved her hand, "On the contrary, he sucked away some of my blood, which contains some energy-do you want me to catch him back? If I let him absorb it completely, he might come to seek revenge."

"Don't forget the guy in the sky," Ron looked at the setting moonlight worriedly, "The earl ran away, so you can't make any more mistakes."

"That's true," Sylvia looked at the few pieces of cloth left on her body. Ron's eyes showed a state of reluctance from the beginning. The vampire burst out laughing, "Look at me, benefactor, I really regret not listening to your advice a few hours ago. Now I must be a 'bad boy' in your heart, right?"

"Don't say that..." Ron turned his head away, "Of course we will always be companions. If it weren't for you this time, I'm afraid we would all have to explain here."

Ask yourself, if the medium found by the vampire count was not Sylvia but another stranger, wouldn't they be invited to stay here and watch the fun? Wouldn't they intervene after discovering the truth? It is absolutely unacceptable to let the neighbor separated by only a mountain range become too powerful.

Rather, it might be a good thing that the Count chose Sylvia.

"Thank you for thinking so," Sylvia sighed, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I will never forgive myself for letting you take such a big risk..."

"But now," the vampire suddenly smiled mischievously, "while they are still asleep, call the Countess?"