The Players And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me – Volume 1, Chapter 75
Chapter 75: The Players are about to arrive in Winter City
Facing Zoe’s question, the Sivey in the nightmare never answered.
He just smirked coldly, picked up the blood-stained whip, and left the dungeon with the battered Saintess.
Zoe didn’t know she was still in the nightmare. She just silently endured the torment, gritting her teeth.
In the dark and dreary dungeon, as days passed by, Zoe, who never got the answer, gradually became desperate. Tortured beyond endurance, she finally committed suicide on a stormy night.
The torture and imprisonment never erased her love for Sivey. She was just despairing of the reality she faced.
In the alley strewn with corpses, facing the imperial soldiers rushing towards her, standing in front of her to shield her, urging her to stand up and throwing courage at her feet, was Sivey.
In the peaceful and harmonious town, where they spent countless days and nights together, where they whispered sweet nothings to each other, the person she killed in the end, amidst her guilt and sorrow, was Sivey.
Even if the Sivey in the nightmare was fake, and the Sivey now was real.
Then she would rather die with those nightmares that had passed.
In the cold and dark prison cell.
Zoe’s body gradually grew cold, and her pupils began to dilate.
But in the place she couldn’t see, at her heart, a small sword composed of golden light slowly shimmered, gradually dissipating.
Even in the last moment of her life, Zoe still didn’t let go of her feelings for Sivey.
So the third round of erosion by the nightmare imprint failed, and the remaining demonic power transformed into a roaring demon with a sheep’s head, forced out of Zoe’s body by the gradually awakening bloodline power.
…
Saintess Zoe had been silent for seven days. If it weren’t for her breathing, she would have seemed like a lifeless body.
She couldn’t eat anything, so Sivey had to use the Water of Life and Lori’s healing energy to keep her alive forcibly.
Despite Lori and Sivey helping her to comprehend every day, there was still no effect. She seemed like a withered tree, unable to absorb any moisture.
Sivey felt regretful about this. Starting from yesterday, he no longer had the time to focus on Saintess.
This was because he had received urgent letters from other towns.
The Players from Dawn Town had started to act.
A Player army of around eight thousand, led by Ye Hao, was marching aggressively towards Winterfell.
As they encountered no resistance along the way, they were now only a day’s journey away from Winterfell.
But Sivey was not unprepared.
During this time, he and Lori exploited system bugs every day to gain a large number of Villain Points.
Now, Sivey had deployed a thousand Crusaders and five hundred archers on the city walls, in addition to a hundred ballistae.
The militia from the villages around Winterfell had also been summoned, totaling over a thousand people.
They were all veterans who had participated in the Iron Mine Battle, and many of them now had decent weapons and sturdy armor after that battle.
Inside Sivey’s castle, there were also three hundred Crusaders trained by demons, all at level 20, along with numerous elite castle guards, members of the Bloodhoof Clan, and a hundred knights.
The entire population of Winterfell had also become active members.
Some followed the guards to dig traps outside Winterfell, some helped transport supplies to the city walls, while others assisted in removing the feces from the toilets ordered by Sivey.
Of course, in this war, Sivey, Clement, 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 plot is about to begin.
Daily Villain Missions have refreshed:
Villain Mission One: Slaughter at least 2000 Players.
Villain Mission Two: Reduce at least five hundred Players to level 0.
Villain Mission Three: Crush Ye Hao’s revenge.
Note: Killing Players can earn Villain Points. This quest involves life and death. Please be prepared, Host.”
The system’s timing was quite accurate.
Sivey carefully read the new system quests, then closed the system popup and called over a castle guard. With a serious expression, he ordered, “Prepare the rolling stones and Greek fire. Notify the entire city to enter a state of readiness. By midnight tonight, apart from the soldiers, all residents must evacuate Winterfell.”
The castle guard departed with the order.
In the empty room, only Sivey and the maid Lori, who was massaging his shoulders, remained behind him.
After the castle guard left, Lori dashed to the door, peeked out, and then closed it with a click.
She dashed back to Sivey, and with her two tender hands gently around Sivey’s neck, she twisted her body and collapsed softly into his arms.
Seeing Sivey’s furrowed brow, she felt sorry for him and comforted, “Master, if there’s anything troubling you, Lori is here to listen. You shouldn’t keep it to yourself.”
As she spoke, she couldn’t help but reach out her soft and warm hands to gently stroke Sivey’s brow, as if that could dispel his worries.
Of course, Sivey couldn’t tell Lori 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, of course, he wouldn’t disappoint the maid’s kindness. Seeing her tender and gentle appearance, he couldn’t help but lower his head and gently kiss her cheek.
Lori was tickled by the stubble on Sivey’s chin, and she couldn’t help but squirm and coquettishly say, “Hehe~ It’s ticklish, Master, you should shave, or you’ll become an uncle~”
After some playful banter, as Sivey’s brow gradually relaxed, Lori pressed her little face against his chest. Her bright and gentle eyes stopped on Sivey’s profile as she hesitated and said, “Master… I know, there’s going to be another battle. Can Lori accompany you this time?”
“No…”
For safety reasons, Sivey was about to refuse, but seeing the hopeful look in the maid’s eyes, he swallowed the word “no.”
He knew that the maid had always wanted to help him.
And since the maid’s Awakening, she had become more confident and cheerful at a visible speed.
This was something Sivey had always wanted to see.
So he couldn’t bear to refuse Lori’s help.
Moreover, Lori could indeed help him now. As a powerful healer, the battlefield was one of the places where she could make the most difference.
“Alright, you can follow me on that day.” Sivey nodded affirmatively in the delighted gaze of Lori, but then he added, “But I have a requirement. When we’re on the battlefield, if I’m by your side, you stay with me. Don’t run around. If I’m not there, you go to the back of the army formation and don’t move forward.”
“Lori obeys Lord’s orders!”
Imitating the tone of the guards, with a serious face, Lori responded in a muffled voice.
Then, under Sivey’s playful gaze, with a red face, she kissed Sivey’s neck twice, leaving two cute strawberry marks.
…
In the royal capital, near the Barda Temple, there was a secluded Gothic-style two-story building.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
A Temple knight arrived at a door, knocking nervously, “Your Excellency Sisoka, it’s time for you to depart!”
Inside the door came a rustling sound, and with a creak, the door opened a crack, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes in the darkness.
Immediately after, a hoarse and deep voice sounded from the pitch-black room.
“I got it. If you knock on my door again, I guarantee that your head will be in the sewer under this street tomorrow.”
“Yes… I’m sorry for disturbing you.”
The eyes in the crack stared at the Temple knight kneeling on the ground for a while, then with a strange chuckle from the owner of the eyes, the door closed with a click.
The Temple knight wiped the sweat off his forehead and hurriedly rushed back to report.
He didn’t want to stay here for another moment.
Back in the pitch-black room, a pale-faced, chestnut-haired young man was fervently caressing a humanoid object about half his height.
That humanoid object turned out to be a specimen made from a demi-human girl.
“Please stay with me forever,” the young man murmured softly, his tone full of deep love.
But behind him, illuminated by the dim light in the room, such specimens filled the entire wall.
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