novelraw Chapter 75 – Players are about to arrive at Winterfell City
Chapter 75 – Players are about to arrive at Winterfell City
In the face of Roye's questioning, Sylvie in the nightmare never answered.
He merely gave a cold smile, tossed aside the blood-stained whip, and left the battered Saintess behind as he turned and walked out of the dungeon.
Roye was unaware that she was still trapped in a nightmare. She silently endured the torment, gritting her teeth to persevere.
In the pitch-black dungeon, as days passed without an answer, Roye gradually fell into despair. On a stormy night, tormented beyond endurance, she finally took her own life.
The abuse and imprisonment never extinguished the love she held for Sylvie in her heart; she was merely in despair over the reality she faced.
In a corpse-strewn alley, it was Sylvie who stood before the advancing imperial soldiers, shielding her, urging her to rise, and casting courage before her.
In a peaceful and harmonious town, it was Sylvie who spent countless days and nights with her, whispering sweet nothings, only to be killed by her in guilt and sorrow.
Even if the Sylvie in the nightmare was false, and the current Sylvie was real, she would rather die with those past nightmares.
In the cold, dark cell, Roye's body grew colder, her pupils began to dilate.
Yet, in a place she could not see, a small sword of golden light slowly shimmered at her heart, gradually dissipating.
In the final moments of her life, Roye still did not let go of her feelings for Sylvie.
Thus, the third round of the Nightmare Mark's erosion failed, and the residual demonic power transformed into a goat-headed demon, roaring in defiance, expelled by the awakening bloodline power within Roye.
...
The Saintess Roye had been motionless for seven days; if not for her breathing, she would seem no different from a corpse.
Unable to consume anything, Sylvie could only use the Water of Life combined with Loli's healing energy to forcibly sustain her life.
Even with Loli and Sylvie helping her comprehend every day, there was no effect; she was like a withered piece of wood, unable to absorb any moisture.
Sylvie felt regretful about this, and from yesterday, he no longer had time to focus on the Saintess.
This was because he had received urgent letters from other towns.
The players from Morninglight Town had begun to move.
A player army of about eight thousand, led by Ye Hao, was advancing aggressively towards Winterfell City.
With no obstacles along the way, they were now only a day's journey from Winterfell City.
But Sylvie was not unprepared.
During this time, he and Loli had been exploiting the system's bugs daily, accumulating a large number of Villain Points.
Now, Sylvie had stationed a thousand Crusaders and five hundred Sharpshooters on the city walls, along with a hundred ballistae.
Militias from the surrounding villages and towns of Winterfell City had also been summoned, numbering over a thousand.
They were veterans of the Iron Ore Campaign, and after that battle, many had acquired handy weapons and sturdy armor.
Within Sylvie's castle, there were three hundred Crusaders who had undergone devilish training, reaching level 20, along with a large number of elite castle guards, members of the Bloodhoof Clan, and a hundred Knights.
The entire populace of Winterfell City had been mobilized.
Some were digging traps outside the city with the guards, others were helping transport supplies to the city walls, and some were tasked with removing the waste from the toilets as ordered by Sylvie.
Of course, in this war, Sylvie, Claremont, and the Hellfire Lord were the true nuclear weapons, and they believed they would give the confident players a huge surprise.
"Ding! Host, please note, the death scenario is about to begin.
Daily Villain Quest has been refreshed:
Villain Quest 1: Slaughter at least 2000 players.
Villain Quest 2: Reduce at least five hundred players to level 0.
Villain Quest 3: Defeat Ye Hao's revenge.
Note: Killing players can earn Villain Points. This quest is a matter of life and death, so please be prepared."
The system's timing was impeccable.
Sylvie carefully read the new system quests, then closed the system window and called over a castle guard, instructing him with a serious expression:
"Begin preparing the rolling stones and boiling oil, and notify the entire city to enter a state of readiness. By midnight tonight, all residents except soldiers must evacuate Winterfell City."
The castle guard received the order and left.
In the empty room, only Sylvie and the little maid Loli, who was massaging his shoulders, remained.
After the castle guard left, Loli ran to the door with a "tap tap tap," peeked around, then closed the door.
She returned to Sylvie's side with a "tap tap tap," gently wrapped her soft hands around his neck, and snuggled into his arms.
Seeing Sylvie's furrowed brow, she felt a pang of heartache and comforted him:
"Master, if there's something troubling you, you should tell Loli~ Don't keep it to yourself."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but reach out her soft, warm hand to gently stroke Sylvie's brow, as if this could sweep away his worries.
Sylvie, of course, couldn't tell Loli that he was facing a group of players who could resurrect endlessly. Even though he was fully prepared, it was impossible not to feel nervous.
But he wouldn't reject the little maid's kindness. Seeing her innocent and gentle demeanor, he couldn't help but lower his head and plant kisses on her cheeks.
Loli felt tickled by the stubble on Sylvie's chin and couldn't help but squirm and tease:
"Hehe~ It tickles, Master, you need to shave, or you'll turn into an old man~"
After some playful banter, seeing Sylvie's brow gradually relax, Loli pressed her little face against his chest, her bright, gentle eyes resting on his profile, whispering:
"Master... I know, there's going to be a battle again. Can Loli join you this time?"
"No..."
For safety reasons, Sylvie was about to refuse, but seeing the hopeful look in the little maid's eyes, he swallowed the words "no way."
He knew the little maid had always wanted to help him.
And ever since she awakened, she had become visibly more confident, lively, and cheerful.
This was something Sylvie had always wanted to see.
So he couldn't bear to refuse Loli's help.
Besides, Loli could indeed be of assistance now. As a powerful healer, the battlefield was one of the places where she could best exert her abilities.
"Alright, you can follow me then," Sylvie nodded affirmatively under Loli's delighted gaze, but he quickly added:
"But I have conditions. On the battlefield, if I'm by your side, stay with me, don't run around. If I'm not, stay at the rear of the formation, don't move forward."
"Loli will obey My Lord's orders!"
The little maid mimicked the guards' tone, her face serious, responding in a muffled voice.
Then, under Sylvie's teasing gaze, she blushed and planted two small, adorable strawberry marks on his neck.
...
In the Royal Capital, near the Balda Temple, in a secluded Gothic two-story building.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A Templar Knight approached a door, somewhat nervously knocking and saying:
"Lord Sisoka, it's time for you to depart!"
Inside the room came a rustling sound, and with a creak, the door opened a crack, revealing a bloodshot eye wide open in the darkness.
Following that, a hoarse, low voice emanated from the dark room.
"I know. If you knock on my door again, I guarantee your head will be in the sewer of this street by tomorrow."
"Yes... I'm sorry for disturbing you."
The eye in the door crack scrutinized the Templar Knight kneeling respectfully on the ground, then with a strange laugh, the door slammed shut.
The Templar Knight wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly left to report back, not wanting to stay there a moment longer.
Returning to the dark room, a pale young man with chestnut curls, appearing somewhat effeminate and sickly, was fervently caressing a half-human-sized figure.
The figure was, shockingly, a specimen made from a living Demi-human girl.
"Please stay with me forever."
The young man murmured softly, his voice filled with deep affection.
Yet behind him, in the dim light of the room, such specimens lined an entire wall.