NOVEL NEXT Chapter 115: Boldly Taking Action
The young masters of the Knight Order were quite surprised. They knew: the "gilded" effect this time was extremely strong!
With such a huge achievement, the family would be able to arrange any good position for themselves in the future without any obstacles. After all, they had truly earned the credit.
It was a complete win!
A wave of joy and celebration echoed around, except for one person who was clearly unhappy — he had a dark, sinister look and was hiding in the shadows...
It wasn't Vikalina.
The female knight felt some sympathy for Sivis, but she was mentally strong and wouldn't get angry just because the civilians credited the Church for their rescue.
The one who was furious was Sylar.
He was completely confused.
This Blood Servant had always been loyal and desperately wanted to complete his master's mission. But before, he hadn't even encountered Sivis and had left in a hurry.
Now, after finally returning to the factory base, Sylar thought: "Sivis should have shown up by now, right? Where else could he have gone for such a big event?"
"Surely he didn't manage to break out of the city alone."
"A little nobleman? Could he really have that kind of ability?"
He had no idea that his master had already been killed by Sivis in one strike.
Sylar just thought that a Bronze-Rank opponent wouldn't be able to escape from the blood plague at all!
But he had actually seen — Sivis didn't show up!
What made Sylar even more unacceptable was that, for some reason, the terrifying disaster wave that his great master had set up, which was supposed to tear everything apart, was so weak?
It was defeated so easily by just some civilians and these Knight Order members, plus two Silver-Rank masters.
Not only was he unable to find Sylar and complete his master's mission, but the city that was originally destined to be destroyed by the disaster would become a stain on the Blood Clan —
It was the first city in hundreds of years to escape from the plague that the Blood Clan had sacrificed.
Even though it was rare because the Blood Clan hadn't really done much in the past few centuries, being chased by the Church so hard, they didn't act unless they had to, and when they did, it was always a killing move.
But as a Blood Servant, Sylar couldn't accept the disgrace and humiliation of his glory!
He looked at the cleric and the female knight Vikalina, shining with light, and shook his head.
The female knight who helped the front line the most was clearly evident, but her the power of holy light was too pure.
Sylar felt that even if he attacked her and infected her, it might not be possible to turn her, and it might just be a complete waste of effort. "Then it's you."
So...
He turned his gaze to the cleric.
Sylar still had the memories from before he was converted, and he knew the other's personality — just friendly and approachable on the surface, but in reality, he had repeatedly captured innocent girls in Minnet City and abused them, satisfying his disgusting desires.
Sylar didn't see anything wrong with that. His own actions were far worse than this cleric's.
He was certain that the other had absolutely no ability to be immune to the blood plague!
Such moral standards would never earn the favor of holy light, and had no resistance to the plague.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Sylar had noticed that the number of blood servants attacking the factory base was unusually low.
He had a solution for that.
The key was: Sylar still needed to destroy the current defense from the inside!!
Forcing Sivis to show himself!
"He must be hiding in some room inside this factory!"
Sylar was absolutely certain.
He looked around, and everyone seemed to feel that the battle was already decided.
Vikalina wasn't charging around as wildly as before, but instead was moving around aimlessly, preparing to plug any potential gaps in the defense.
The priests had also slowed down their casting, no longer as frantic as when they first arrived at the factory base.
Many people's faces had begun to look more flushed.
The silver-ranked cleric even had his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was already imagining something.
Sylar let out a cold smile.
He passed by his fellow Knight Order members, who were fighting while muttering curses under their breath: "Damn it, why do we have to protect these civilians?"
"They should be the ones sacrificing themselves! I'm the one fighting for them? That's ridiculous!"
"One day I'll kill all of them, and they dare to make me protect them? Let them pay with their lives!"
At that, the civilians nearby suddenly stopped moving.
They looked scared, confused.
They didn't understand why just moments ago they were fighting side by side, and now they were being insulted.
"Relax," one of the Knight Order members said, staring at the civilians with a strange smile, "he won't kill you, after all, you're proof that we've broken through the blood plague. You're all precious, who would dare hurt you?"
"However... even though you're definitely not going to die, I can't promise you won't end up in some trouble." With that, another Knight Order member couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
After the danger was gone, these people showed no more of their previous "bravery," but instead freely revealed the malice in their hearts.
In response, the civilians just silently lowered their heads, but hatred burned anew in their eyes.
Vikalina hadn't expected that, just moments ago, she was worried that the Church might interfere and take credit for Sivis, but in reality, it wasn't even necessary — as soon as the situation slightly eased, these Knight Order members had already begun to reveal their true colors.
If there was no choice...
The civilians would just have to swallow their anger.
If there was a choice, no one would ever side with stopping this.
No one cared what Sylar was going to do.
The defense didn't need a knight like him, and besides, he was the most valuable member of this group of Knight Order members. Everyone had to give his family a little respect, so no one stopped him.
Vikalina — she just took a distant look and turned her head away.
She knew Sylar's character was extremely arrogant. If she got into a conflict with him now, that would be a big problem.
Vikalina had other things to take care of on the front line, and she didn't have time to waste on this guy, so she just ignored him and planned to deal with him later.
Sylar moved through unimpeded, and made his way to the side of the Silver-Rank cleric. The cleric, upon seeing Sylar's arrival, managed a bit of a polite smile: "So, you really got lucky on this mission. You were saying before that you shouldn't be teamed up with Vikalina, now do you feel like you're a bit embarrassed?"
"You really got the best of it. Bringing back such a big credit, your elders are definitely going to be happy."
"It's just luck."
Sylar played the role of a shy and nervous guy.
The Silver-Rank cleric didn't suspect anything, just thought the kid was being fake again.
But he didn't notice that, at that moment, a dark shadow flickered in Sylar's eyes. As he spoke, he moved closer and closer to the cleric, until he was at a very intimate distance — a distance that normal people would never allow a stranger to get so close.
Sylar used his family's status to make the Silver-Rank cleric just frown slightly, thinking the kid had no sense of personal space, getting so close — was that annoying?
"By the way, lord," Sylar, who had already gotten close enough, suddenly turned as if to leave, then turned back as if to ask something, "Earlier, you seemed to be preparing something to break out. What was that?"
The Silver-Rank cleric felt a bit embarrassed at the question. He didn't want to reveal his secrets — if he did, wouldn't that mean he was admitting he had planned to escape on his own?
Was this kid doing this on purpose?
This cleric hadn't expected that Sylar had just asked a fake question, and then, at the moment the cleric's face seemed a bit awkward and uncomfortable, Sylar suddenly showed a grim smile: "Don't want to talk about it? Then you're going to die!"
With that, a sharp scream echoed out, and Sylar's figure suddenly moved. Then, from his bright-colored armor, a series of dirty and twisted energy emanated.
The Silver-Rank cleric was stunned — this armor had the power to dispel evil. If it was glowing like that, it meant Sylar was being attacked by some kind of evil force.
But wasn't he safely alone here right now? Where did this evil force come from? And where was the attack coming from?
No!
The cleric noticed even more clearly — the evil energy was surging, and it seemed to be coming from inside the armor. What was going on?
Wait!
No way!!
The cleric suddenly remembered!
The most terrifying trait of the Blood Clan was its ability to penetrate. During the Battle of Exorcism, countless people had fallen, and many heroes had been harmed from within the True God's own ranks!!
He felt something was wrong, but it was already too late.
The bright-colored armor suddenly shattered, and Sylar's body transformed into a series of dark shadows that lunged at the cleric.
His attack wasn't particularly sharp, and to a Silver-ranked powerhouse, it could even be described as ridiculous. But the problem was: this ridiculous attack was laced with a deadly poison known as the Blood Plague.
The Silver-Rank cleric reacted incredibly quickly.
He had already been brought close enough by Sylar, and he had been distracted by words. For a short time, he could only quickly summon a protective barrier and then unleashed —
"Expel the Evil, Retreat!"
He shouted loudly.
A silver-white light burst from his body.
— This was a simple spell, meant to push back the enemy.
But even the Silver-Rank cleric hadn't expected that Sylar would just stand there, not dodging at all, and take the attack with his bare body!
No, it wasn't exactly "taking" it — normally, this attack would have pushed Sylar back. But instead, he had somehow pulled out a blade, and with brutal force, severed the half of his body that had been struck!
Blood splattered everywhere.
This scene looked painful to watch, but Sylar just laughed maniacally — because the target that the cleric had pushed back with a sudden burst of power was just a disembodied limb, while Sylar's actual body charged straight toward him without hesitation!