Monster Lord: The Goblin Offers the Saintess to Me at the Start

Sylar's arm touched the shield, emitting a series of smoky burns, but he only showed a look of surprise, and with a sudden lunge, he moved forward!

He had already lost the majority of his body, and now was burned and torn apart by the power of holy light!!

But the blood patterns had already erupted!

At the same time, the thousands of blood-colored thin blades that Sylar had created flew toward the cleric's body, piercing straight through! For a moment, the crimson and the light were clashing in a fierce display...

Everything happened too fast. No one realized the kind of strangeness that was happening inside the factory base's defense line.

The blood magic that shouldn't have been here suddenly exploded!

Even the most alert Vikalina couldn't turn back in time to deal with it.

Earlier, Sivis had noticed that Sylar had been transformed into a Blood Servant, but he hadn't had time to tell Vikalina before he was busy stabilizing Reina's plague inside her body.

Then, he was immediately attacked by the Blood Clan.

In the sewer, Sivis and Vikalina ran for their lives again, never thinking of telling anyone that there was a traitor in the Knight Order...

Sylar's identity remained perfectly hidden...

And that's how we ended up with this scene!

In Vikalina's frightened eyes, many Knight Order members, after realizing too late, turned around to look. They were shocked, then turned to fear, and among the confused looks of many civilians, there was also a sense of disbelief.

Everything had settled down.

The light faded away.

The Silver-Rank cleric's sleeves fluttered, and his body was completely clean, untouched.

But Sylar was now completely corroded by the light, his body continuously emitting blue smoke and oozing dark blood, looking extremely pitiful and in pain, as if the outcome was already decided.

This Blood Servant had been heavily wounded, and any single attack could kill him.

Everyone at the scene sighed in relief, including the civilians who didn't understand what had just happened.

They didn't recognize the blood magic that Sylar had unleashed, but they could feel the evil and repulsive energy within it. They were certain that they wanted to see the cleric, who wielded holy light, defeat him.

But as the Knight Order members were fighting against the Blood Servants, they were still shocked and said:

"You... you were infected? When?"

"I heard that once you become a Blood Servant, you completely serve the Blood Clan. It's really true — even someone as arrogant as Sylar would go so far as to attack a Silver-Rank powerful one like this!"

"Thankfully I wasn't infected... otherwise, I might have lost all my willpower too."

They were a bit scared and shaken.

Soon, someone even raised a sharp question.

"If Sylar was infected, could there be others in our group who have been infected too??"

For a moment, the entire Knight Order was in chaos.

Their movements became disorganized, and they almost failed to hold back the Blood Servants.

This wave of attack made everyone instinctively pull away from anyone except their own companions, out of fear that others might also be hidden Blood Servants like Sylar.

Even though the attack had failed, the confusion was spreading.

Vikalina had now reached Sylar's side, her expression complicated.

She hated him the most in the group — that wealthy and arrogant nobleman, Sylar, who had always been at odds with the female knights.

From the very beginning, Sylar had repeatedly disobeyed Vikalina's orders.

The female knight looked at him, now lying in a pitiful position on the ground.

Her kind nature made her hesitate, and she finally said, after pulling out her knight's lance:

"May you rest in peace."

"Sylar, I'll say in my report that you died from the blood plague."

"You didn't disgrace the bloodline of the Divine Warnings Knight Order, nor did you disgrace your family."

After speaking those words like a prayer, Vikalina quickly stepped forward to end the life of the once-mighty nobleman.

But then, she suddenly noticed something — in such a pitiful, mangled state, with his face twisted and burned as if by acid —

Sylar was laughing!

What was he laughing at?

Vikalina froze, a sinking feeling in her heart.

The civilians were still talking about how evil was no match for good.

The Knight Order members were still watching each other carefully, afraid of being infected and turned into Blood Servants.

They didn't want to lose their minds like Sylar had, and give up their lives for the Blood Clan.

But Vikalina saw someone else, pale-faced, with a slight tremor in their body.

No…

The man was no longer pale-faced — his face had turned blue and black.

A small cut on the side of their right cheek was oozing a strange, evil energy — it was the Blood Plague!

This person was the Silver-Rank cleric!

Vikalina finally realized that Sylar's attack, which had cost him his life, had not been in vain.

Even though the wound was small and the infection would take time,

the cleric's holy light wasn't pure enough to resist the infection. His future…

As long as he didn't die, he would inevitably be turned into a Blood Servant!

For the cleric to delay the process, either Vikalina, whose power of holy light was extremely pure, had to inject energy into him to control the infection, or he had to sit cross-legged immediately and rely on his own not-pure holy light to slow down the progress.

But no matter which option he chose, it would mean a huge loss of strength in the factory's defense line at this moment.

A Silver-Rank powerhouse was already too weak to continue fighting.

At the same time, Sylar let out a sharp, furious roar.

With his cry, a series of crimson red waves of sound rippled through the air.

Even civilians without Extraordinary powers could still see the waves of energy undulating in the air.

The sound waves, mixed with some kind of pheromone, drowned out all other noises.

The next second, a deep rumbling sound like an earthquake spread from the factory area!

As a Blood Servant directly converted by the Blood Clan, Sylar had some control over the lower-ranking blood servants.

He burned his own life force, forcing the sound waves to travel far away.

He was commanding the Blood Servants across all of Minnet City to rush toward the factory and launch a full-scale attack!

On the other side, the Blood Clan's assassination order issued by Sivis was still drawing in some Blood Servants, but Sylar's call could forcefully pull in even more from even farther away.

The number of enemies coming next would expand to a terrifying level that the factory's defense line could not withstand!

At this point, Sylar wore a confident expression.

He knew he was about to die, and he would never get the chance to reclaim the Blood Shackles from Sivis's hands.

But it was enough — that little nobleman didn't have the power to escape Minnet City on his own. He was definitely hiding somewhere in the city, most likely in one of the rooms in this factory. As long as the blood servants devoured every living being, Sivis wouldn't survive either!

As for the two Silver-Rank powerhouses on the scene?

Vikalina's holy light was weaker than the purest light Sivis had obtained from the system. She could delay the process of the Silver-Rank cleric becoming a Blood Servant indefinitely, keeping herself immune to infection.

But she couldn't save the cleric!

A sky full of Blood Servants would be enough to swallow the two of them. Even if they had a one-in-a-thousand chance of breaking through, the Silver-Rank cleric who had been completely transformed would fight to the death to kill Vikalina!

Sylar looked happy.

He had used his intelligence, his life, and created a perfect situation, making sure the Blood Clan's never-failed plague didn't have a single blemish.

It would also help his master reclaim the Blood Shackles!

He was completely satisfied.

But...

Everyone present had extremely grim expressions.

The civilians still didn't fully understand what was happening, but they could see that the Silver-Rank powerhouse's face was gradually turning blue, looking similar to the Blood Servants outside!

Combined with the blood magic that Sylar had just unleashed, they had already guessed the truth — it seemed that the strongest priest had been infected!

Wouldn't he become an extremely powerful Blood Clan member?

The civilians didn't know the difference between a Blood Servant and the Blood Clan, so they just guessed like that.

They all took a few steps back in fear, looking at the Silver-Rank cleric in complete panic.

Many members of the surrounding Knight Order were extremely terrified — it wasn't because the Silver-Rank cleric had been infected. Everyone could roughly tell that it would take at least one or two more days before the cleric was completely transformed.

He didn't have to worry about the defense line being broken from the inside.

The problem was that the endless roaring sounds from outside meant that countless Blood Servants were rushing toward them, and they had also lost the strength of this Silver-Rank cleric.

How were they going to hold the line?

The cleric had already immediately knelt down on the ground, gathering his holy light to slow down the infection's progress.

As for the lives of others…

He didn't want to care about them.

The cleric also knew that desperately delaying the infection wasn't really meaningful, but his desire to survive was stronger than anything else.

He even shamelessly begged Vikalina: "Vikalina, use your power to suppress this toxin, hurry up! Don't worry about anyone else!"

"Only the two of us, the Silver-Ranks, have a chance to escape."

As soon as he said that, Vikalina simply gave him a cold look and didn't respond.

The Knight Order members felt even colder inside. They knew that no matter if Vikalina agreed or not, they had already lost a Silver-Rank fighter at this moment!

The civilians standing around the knights also realized this. They were just helplessly gripping their weapons, with strange expressions on their faces.

They didn't know why, but the situation had suddenly turned into such a mess — just a moment ago, it looked like they were about to hold the line. Everyone could have happily left this dead city and joined Sivis's territory.

A good life was just around the corner.

But now, everything was gone.

"It's all because of that knight named Sylar. The church people really aren't any good! They look so righteous on the surface, but in secret, they've secretly joined the Blood Clan. They deserve to die!"

Many of them now looked at the church members with even more hatred.

But…

Boom!

Countless Blood Servants were rapidly approaching.