Even at the Middle Tier, Silvis has his own limit on the number of resurrections.
Over the past six months, he had spent most of his life in Klaf City, which is why he appeared to be almost skin and bones.
He had never been in such a weak state before, so he didn't know if this was his last.
While cutting down the enemy with a dagger may have been a momentary feat, how will the tasks entrusted to him by his two lords be accomplished?
Even assuming I were at my peak, how confident would I be of victory against an enemy who could completely counter me?
But if he didn't do that, the chivalric code he had upheld for decades would become nothing but a piece of waste paper.
No knight could stand idly by and watch a young life Passing before his eyes.
Silvis's arms, which had once wielded a greatsword with unwavering composure, were now gripping a small dagger and trembling uncontrollably at his neck.
The vampire's gaze swept over everyone, but he overlooked the old knight in the distance, as if the knight had been dead for a long time.
His crimson eyes trembled with excitement, the murderous intent and madness within them no longer concealed.
"Why don't you take a guess, you insects? Anyway—"
You will all die today...
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
Now that things have come to this, the players finally understand what gave Muller the confidence to be so arrogant.
At first, he seemed like a show-off, but he was actually quite cautious when it came to fighting.
After dealing with Silvis and confirming that the players present posed no threat, the vampire marquis, however, decided to have some Zhong Lele with everyone.
The current situation clearly shows that Muller is confident that the players are not strong enough and has no intention of leaving any survivors, so he simply stops hiding his true nature.
Since you're all going to die anyway, what difference does it make if you know my lineage?
With his proven ability, Muller is naturally confident of winning the current battle.
What he didn't know was that there was indeed a group of people in this world who could take information with them even after they died, and instantly share it with millions of their compatriots.
Having roughly figured out Muller's thoughts, the players decided to actually try and guess.
Once his lineage is determined, it can be shared with others.
but...
He can control flesh and blood but isn't Antos; he can Shadow Traversal but isn't York. It's a question of where Muller truly belongs.
Now, the only option is to attack to force out more of Muller's combat skills and try to glean some insights from them.
[ The Retreat Drum Player ] stealthily crept up behind Muller and launched an attack from his blind spot.
His speed is among the best in the game, and his steps are incredibly light and almost silent.
However, after taking only two steps forward, a crisp cracking sound rang out.
"Crack!"
The bones in both of [ The Retreat Drum Player ]'s lower legs were broken, but Muller seemed not to launch any attack, as if those bones had broken automatically because they could not bear the weight.
Yellowed bone fragments pierced through the flesh. [ The Retreat Drum Player ] looked at his own bones and felt as if they were the skeleton of a mummy who had been dead for hundreds of years, rather than himself, a robust player.
A sudden realization dawned on him, and he tentatively said to Muller:
"Weakening the enemy, you are... of the Adelaide Lineage!"
"Tsk."
Muller shook his head jokingly:
"I'm sorry..."
Another head flew up, and the number of players decreased by one.
"No!"
Slumped in the distance, completely ignored by Muller, Silvis let out another painful roar.
Another young soldier has died.
Although they were ignorant, reckless, and rude, they were also brave and fearless, and helped him a lot along the way.
As a knight of commoner origin who adhered to the noble code throughout his life, seeing these young people was like seeing his former self.
For Silvis, letting a group of young warriors die before his eyes was nothing short of a massacre.
If you can't even protect the weak in front of you, how can you be a good knight?
"Ah!"
He let out a low growl, the short dagger slicing through his throat, his aged and decaying body gradually fading away as blood weakly spurted out.
Watching the longsword gradually dissipate into specks of light, a satisfied smile appeared on Silvis's withered face.
Praise be to both Your Majesties; this is not my last life.
The old knight entered the resurrection process with satisfaction.
When Xilǐ'er was resurrected, no one could stop him. Now that the Middle Tier Silvis has been resurrected, it is even more irreversible. Therefore, Muller only glanced over there and continued his game.
Meanwhile, the players who were being toyed with like grunts were hoping to buy the old man some more time.
Based on the personality traits that Muller, this twisted boss, has shown so far, he'll probably go on a killing spree once players have recited the name of the vampire duke as a dish name.
At that time, it won't be like the King of Hell's roll call now, but rather a tornado destroying the parking lot.
And if some unlucky soul were to guess the lineage they belonged to beforehand, the start of the frenzied slaughter would be brought forward.
Even if players avoid all the correct options, there are only seven names in total, which at most only delays the time of death by a few moments.
At this moment, many players no longer care about their lives; they think, "I'm just a worthless life; if I die, I can just go back to Valhalla and start over."
But Silvis can resurrect on the spot! If I die, I'll never see that old friend I finally got to know again!
The players present knew the names of the seven Grand Dukes, but their understanding of their Authority was limited to Antos's "Flesh and Blood," Adelaide's " Absolute Punishment," and York's "Darkness."
If none of the three options are correct, then all that's left is to guess.
After a few seconds of hesitation, one player guessed " Vanessa ".
The result was incorrect; his head quickly rolled on the ground.
" Hall!"
A player shouted, and the next moment, a bone blade pierced through his body from behind.
[ Elderly and Children Fly First ] Looking at the team member who had been split in two, he glared at Muller and said:
"From now on, I will kill every single Blood Corpse in your lineage I see!"
Muller looked at his angry face, a look of immense satisfaction on his face:
"Later? Well, why don't you guess? If you guess right, that lord will allow you to become a member of the lineage, so you can choose to commit suicide then, hahahahahaha!"
" Wens."
"Is this baseless speculation a sign of desperation leading to desperate measures?"
Muller rested one hand on his forehead, as if watching a panicked lab rat:
"Hmm, your guess..."
"Sizzle!"
A wave of Psionic Energy echoed high above the cave, sending chills down the spines of even players with no Psionic Energy Compatibility.
Pale blue arcs of electricity flickered in the air, and a tall, pale figure appeared in the center of the light. The sound that used to be like a beautiful musical instrument now exuded an incomparably cold aura.
"Who just mentioned the name ' Wens '?"