Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 332 Sylvia, open your mouth!
"Strictly speaking, there is one - your ancestor, the god of greed in this world," the being in the black fog spoke slowly, but the clouds in the sky quickly transformed into a huge mouth, swallowing up the entire earldom. "Although after so many years, these people who are left with only souls are only enough for me to have a quick bite, but it's better than nothing."

Ron and the others watched helplessly as everything around them was destroyed by the huge mouth in the clouds. Countless undead souls were involuntarily sucked into the sky and disappeared behind the clouds. Perhaps it was because Ron and the others were not residents here, so they were able to remain safe and sound in such a situation.

As the entire territory was cleared out, a faint burp seemed to be heard in the sky, and a huge ball of black and purple energy condensed like a substance and was dropped from the sky, lightly merging into the magic circle constructed by the Earl.

Under the formations that Ron and his companions were familiar with, layer after layer of magic formations that had been covered by time and dust were restarted. These magic formations were set up hundreds of years ago, and Ron and his companions had no way of noticing them!

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

“Go and digest it yourself, Count Capone,” the being in the black fog disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only a string of echoes to the Count, “It will probably take you hundreds of years to digest all this power, but don’t worry, I will wait until then—we will all wait until then.”

"We have plenty of time!" The vampire laughed in response and reached out to grab Sylvia. "Come on! Miss Sylvia! Absorb this energy! Don't waste any of it!"

"Are you crazy?!" Sylvia's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip as she was in the magic circle that was running at high speed due to the tremendous energy. From where she was, no one knew what kind of power this was better than her! "I'm going to burst!"

"You won't," the vampire stepped forward impatiently and grabbed her hair, "You are just a transit station connecting vampires and Richthofen bloodlines. These energies will pass through you and be absorbed by me, leaving not a drop for you - 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 even a second longer. He had paid too much for this moment and encountered too many variables. His wife and daughter, who were witches, cursed him before they died, making that being mistakenly believe that the experiment here had failed. In order to prove that he was still valuable, he had to transform himself and all his subjects to survive. This also made it difficult to hold the ceremony today, 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 was the perfect carrier. The Count half-truthfully lied to the wizard that he really needed to transform Sylvia's bloodline, but this was not to abdicate, but to make himself truly immortal.

Now, all the plans have been accomplished, and he is only one step away from obtaining full power. However, the timing of this kick is of course not decided by the goalkeeper.

Sylvia, who was in the middle of it, was simply unable to resist the operation of the surrounding magic circle. Unparalleled energy gathered into her body, almost bursting her. However, it was precisely because of this buffer in her body that all the energy was refined again and became able to be normally absorbed by an undead creature.

However, when Count Richthofen saw that the time was almost right and was ready to open the door and grab the fruits of success, an unexpected problem stood in front of him: the final kick was kicked...

But the door was locked?!

"What are you doing? If you don't want to die, pass on your power to me!" The Count roared in anger, "You want to be a hero? Huh?! What good will this do you!"

The power was filling Sylvia's body, but he couldn't even get a tiny bit of it? !

She is a vampire and has Richtofen's blood. To be on the safe side, the count even gave her the chance to kill his own wife and daughter, thus connecting her with Hecate's witch bloodline. She is like a second Mary now, how could she possibly defy his will!

"I...I don't want to either..." Sylvia was strangled by the count and was almost suffocated. But no matter how she struggled, she could not get rid of the vampire's iron-like hands, nor did she have any way to hand over that horrible power to the count.

Being strangled to death or being blown up alive, these are almost the only two endings for Sylvia. But because the path is blocked, the compound magic circle that begins to shake violently is hinting at a third or even fourth ending. "The magic circle! The magic circle is going to explode!" Ron took a deep breath and limped to the front of the magic circle, but was still blocked by the barrier outside. "Count! Open the magic circle quickly! Otherwise, everything will be in vain!"

"You're dreaming!" The Earl no longer had the image of an old-fashioned nobleman. His nervous roar reflected his inner anxiety and fear. "You did all this, didn't you? You ruined my plan! When I get out, you'll all die here!"

"What did you do to Sylvia?!"

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

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

"Damn it! I didn't give you permission to drink blood! You shouldn't have ingested any other plasma these days! There's no way my charm and suggestion would make you do such a thing!"

“Haha…” Sylvia, who felt like her cervical vertebrae were about to be crushed, sneered, “My Lord Earl… Compared to benefactors and friends, your relationship is still slightly inferior.”

"Victoria's flame strike was enough to wake me up."

"But I didn't expect that your ritual would be so fragile... It's just drinking some blood, and..."

"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 that way 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 would be too troublesome," Yelena reached out and dipped her hand in the blood from her wound, then dripped it onto the barrier of the magic circle. "Since the power has already gathered into Sylvia's body, and you were planning to pass the throne to Sylvia, why not go with the flow?"

"What are you doing? No! Get out!" The Count watched in horror as Yelena easily entered the magic circle - she also had Richtofen's blood in her body, and although the two were distantly related, it was still enough for her to penetrate the barrier formed by blood magic!
The Earl let go of Sylvia and rushed forward, smashing the Shadow Spirit with his casserole-sized fist with arcane light. However, the 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. There was a faint mocking smile 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 he had only seen that cynical look on the face of another being. "Give it to me, to Sylvia."

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

"Is it related to undead creatures?" Ron was stunned for a moment. Yelena's eyes made him unable to question it. But the problem was that the only equipment dropped by the Death Knight had been taken back to Purgatory by Faramar. How could he have it...

It seems he really has it!

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

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

(End of this chapter)