After learning that the players' cruel behavior had a serious impact on the world, Zuo Si awakened his clone in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire as soon as he dealt with the floating city.
But when he found the diary, he saw this guy playing games with hundreds of women who had been transformed into vampires or given ghost templates.
The latter's clothing is almost always either transparent or revealing, and there seems to be an element of role-playing involved.
Among them was "Little Rose" from the Tyrell family, as well as some other beautiful women of noble status.
Needless to say, these should be special trophies obtained by players during battles or when capturing towns and fortresses.
According to the original rules of warfare on the continent of Westeros, unless there is a deep hatred, captives such as nobles of higher status are generally exchanged for ransom.
But the diary, this inhuman guy, gave out magic items, scrolls and potions that the indigenous people could not give as rewards, so that the players could send all the beautiful and noble ladies and young ladies over.
Anyway, he has a lot of high-level undead spellcasters as his backing, so the number of magic items he has on hand, especially those related to necromancy, is simply too many.
It can be said that everything that the Plantia Floating City has, the Mutahar Floating City basically has a copy.
Moreover, with the blessing of the artifact Broken Demon Crystal, the entire city is a super mobile fortress. Just by basking in the sun every day, it can have almost unlimited energy and spell supply.
Magic items that are extremely precious to the players are no different from cheap consumables produced on an assembly line in the eyes of the diary.
It is no problem to take out thousands of powerful weapons like the Fireball Wand, Lightning Wand, and Ice Storm Wand at one time.
Margaery, the "Rose of Highgarden", was only worth a wand of protection from arrows.
Because this thing plays a very important role in the battlefield where people are being shot in line.
As long as it is blessed, there is basically no need to worry about being hit by lead bullets fired from primitive firearms, and it can even deflect small-caliber field artillery shells.
The reason why players dare to act as officers and command charges is that they ask the spellcasters in the team to cast the same or similar protective spells on themselves before the battle.
In this way, even if all their cannon fodders died, they themselves would not lose a single hair.
On the contrary, they will be respected for their brave actions of leading by example and inspire the indigenous soldiers to have the courage to face death.
In addition, since the captured noble ladies and young ladies had been spoiled since childhood and seriously lacked firm will and faith, after being transformed into undead or half-undead, they quickly became playthings of the diary.
Especially when Zuo Si just walked in, he was holding Little Rose's toes, which were wearing black stockings, in his mouth, and his hands were even inside her skirt, and no one knew what he was doing.
In addition, there was a circle of women around who were helping, cheering and cheering.
The diary's behavior was apparently a little too abnormal for an undead creature.
Zuo Si even suspected that this guy was using the powerful magic of Crenshinibon to keep part of his body active so that he could get pleasure from it like an ordinary person.
Otherwise, it would be too outrageous to think that one could achieve such a degree just by being a psychopathy.
What was even more incredible was that he seemed to have completely abandoned the emotion of shame, not minding at all that his ugliness was exposed in front of others, and he did the whole thing in front of Zuo Si. Not yet satisfied, he threw the pair of saliva-stained and torn stockings aside, and asked with a smile: "Hey! My dear master, how come you have time to visit me today?"
"Ah--please be a human being."
Zuo Si held his forehead and sighed slightly.
Only at this moment did he finally realize why this world was completely ruined.
The players who like to maximize their profits and have wild imaginations are certainly the most important factor, but the diary's deliberate instigation and indulgence are certainly indispensable.
Only in this way could he take the opportunity to collect beauties to enrich his harem and satisfy his twisted and perverted desires.
"Be a human being? Have you forgotten that I am not a human being at all?"
The diary curled its lips in disdain, then buried its face in the "murder weapon" of a vampire lady next to it who exuded a mature aura, and rubbed it hard twice.
To be honest, every time Zuo Si sees this other side of himself constantly breaking new lows, he feels particularly speechless.
He doubted very much that if he completely abandoned all restraints and indulged in desires now, would he really become exactly like the other person, or even worse than the other person?
Obviously, there is no way to get an accurate answer to this question in a short period of time.
On the one hand, he has become accustomed to restraining his desires, only in this way can he always remain calm and rational.
On the other hand, he didn't want to try to challenge his weaknesses like some people did, and accidentally got trapped in it.
You must know that since becoming the lord of the hell level, the temptations that Zuo Si has to face have begun to increase exponentially.
Now, if he showed even the slightest similar tendency, countless succubi, possession demons, lust demons, pleasure demons, shining nuns, and all kinds of half-demons and half-devils would rush towards him one after another.
Maybe the Succubus Queen Mecanthust, the Hell Princess Gracia, and Ms. Firna, the nominal lord of the fourth plane, will also join in.
In addition, there are Isadora, whose mental state has always been unstable, Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, and Alustriel, who has sent invitations and hints more than once...
Thinking of the days when most of the day was wasted as a stud or rushing to be a stud, Zuo Si felt a chill. He quickly cleared these random thoughts from his mind and asked directly: "What do you want to do by encouraging players to upgrade the form of war from cold weapons to hot weapons? Don't tell me you just want to collect beauties to enrich your harem."
The diary smiled and shook his head: “Haha, of course not.
My dear master, have you forgotten that war itself is also a special way of communication between civilizations?
Especially in Europe on Earth, how was the feudal aristocracy's monopoly on power broken?
Are they those so-called enlightenment ideas and cultural movements?
I admit that it did play a certain guiding role in my thinking.
But what really accomplished this was the French Revolution, and with it the Napoleonic Wars that swept across Europe.
The emergence of muskets and artillery changed the form of war and expanded the scale of war, allowing even civilians who were previously regarded as cattle and horses to gain enough power to easily kill knights.
When the chivalric system, which was the foundation of feudalism, collapsed and the conscription system came into being to meet the needs of high-intensity warfare, the entire society was bound to usher in a leap forward to match it.
Although I don’t think a capitalist revolution will happen in this world, it is still okay to have a centralized system of power.
After all, the feudal system was too backward, severely restricting the development of productivity and having no benefits for trade.
Since we want to turn this world into a rear base, or even build a new soul well, we must first improve the living standards of the local indigenous people, so that they can have a good expectation for the future and be able to feed more children.
You should know best that humans, as advanced intelligent creatures, are actually very fragile on the spiritual level.
They are completely different from livestock such as cattle and sheep. If they are abused for a long time or are in a bad mood, they will refuse to reproduce, and in more serious cases they will choose to commit suicide.
The prerequisite for achieving all this is to first destroy the deeply rooted feudal system on the continent of Westeros.
So I chose to escalate the form of war and let those self-righteous nobles collapse and perish amid the roar of muskets and cannons.
Just wait and see, it won’t be long before those great nobles who hold military power get lost in hatred and desire for power, unknowingly bleeding themselves to death, and eventually completely losing control of their territories.
Players who are the new type of nobles will replace them and become the new masters of this land.
As for who will be the king, it actually doesn’t matter at all.
Whether the Lannisters, Starks, Baratheons, or Targaryens win in the end, they all have to face the fact that they can only be puppets without real power. "
"Using the power of players to promote productivity and social progress through war? I didn't expect you to have such a broad mind."
Zuo Si touched his chin with a thoughtful expression.
It is indeed a good idea to transform the world of ice and fire into an eighteenth-century place full of magic and steampunk style.
Moreover, he was already looking forward to seeing the Night King and the army of the White Walkers heading south, and what interesting expressions they would show when they found out that the living were facing a group of people using muskets, cannons, and explosives, and that the army of the dead were wiped out before they could even reach them.
日记本嗤笑着回应道：“这算什么！ 别忘记严格意义上来说我就是你，你也是我。
我们的脑海中都装着一样的知识、拥有相似的思维方式。
放心好了，有我盯着玩家们翻不了天。
相比之下，我倒是很好奇你的深渊之旅怎样了？ 有没有多抓几只漂亮、性感、可爱的魅魔？”
听到这家伙三句话又不离美色，左思没好气的翻了个白眼：“你想要魅魔？
可以啊！ 我现在手下有上百万的魅魔，还有她们的进阶形态摄魔、辉耀修女，以及魅魔女王美坎修特。
怎么样，有么有兴趣来申迪拉维尔感受一下极致的愉悦跟诱惑？ 除了魅魔之外，我手下还有上届地狱第一层的领主扎瑞尔，以及不少欲魔跟愉悦魔。
要不要给你来个魔鬼与恶魔混合的豪华套餐？ 顺便在把格莱西雅、菲尔娜女士一起叫上？”
“什……什么？！卧槽！还有这好事？”
日记本瞬间一把将身边的吸血鬼贵妇推开，猛地从沙发上跳了起来，口水甚至都从嘴角流了出来。
但很快，他就从精虫上脑的状态恢复清醒，立刻张大嘴巴用无比震惊的语气追问道：“该死！你在前往深渊的时候都干了些什么？”
左思微笑着回答道：“我用烁油侵染了整个申迪拉维尔，还有魅魔女王美坎修特。
现在她已经是我的人了。
另外，我跟阿斯摩蒂尔斯也签署了契约，彻底成为新生第九层面的领主。
扎瑞尔则是他送给我的礼物。
如果你感兴趣的话可以抽空去看看。
我在那边建立了一座赛博朋克的巨大都市，应该有不少你感兴趣的娱乐跟服务项目。”
“淦！这也太爽了吧！ 快告诉我，美坎修特的滋味如何？
是不是真像传闻中说的那样，可以直接把人送上极乐？
扎瑞尔、格莱西雅和菲尔娜女士这些独一形态的女性大魔鬼与之相比是略逊一筹还是差不多？
哦，对了，还有烁油！ 我记得这玩意应该可以让机械甚至是死灵都重新长出血肉。
你说我要是接受完化改造，是不是能重新恢复那方面的能力？”
日记本一口气提出了所有自己关心的问题。
他的这些奇特关注点立刻让左思忍不住吐槽道：“你以为我跟你一样，整天都是用下半身思考吗？
用烁油来搞黄色这种事情，估计整个多元宇宙也就你能想得出来。
不过我暂时没有做过这方面的实验，也不知道是不是能真的做到。
而且我也不打算给你，省得你真恢复繁殖能力搞出一大堆乱七八糟的子嗣。”
扑通！ 伴随着膝盖跪地发出的闷响，日记本一把抱住左思的大腿哀嚎道：“别啊！这可关系到我未来的性福生活。
要知道我就这么点嗜好了，你忍心剥夺吗？
更何况我要是恢复繁殖能力真搞出一大堆子嗣，岂不是等同于变相强化了穆塔哈尔浮空城的力量？
求求你，把烁油给我吧。
不用您老人家费心，我自己带回去慢慢做实验。”
“哼！想要烁油？ 那就给我好好干活，控制好玩家的破坏力，同时把这个世界改造成理想中的样子。
如果结果让我满意，你就会获得一份可以让机械和亡灵长出大片肌肉、骨骼和神经的三号烁油。
但要是没达到预期……
那你就老老实实做一个精神变态吧，这辈子都别指望能有实战能力。”
说罢，左思从口袋里掏出一小份黑色的烁油在对方眼前晃了晃。
瞬间！
日记本的两只眼睛便被这玩意牢牢地吸引住。
毫无疑问，对于一位老色批来说，没什么比恢复生理欲望和能力更有吸引力的事情了。
当然，这也正是-左思想要的效果。
毕竟想让这个懒散且充满恶趣味的家伙发挥主观能动性，光给压力肯定是不够的，必须还要有点诱惑和动力才行。
过了好一会儿，日记本终于咬牙切齿的说道：“好吧，你赢了。我保证会好好约束那些玩家，把这个世界改造成一个符合你要求的大后方，然后打造一个全新的灵魂深井。”
“非常好！我期待看到你的工作成果。”
得到自己想要的回答，左思立刻收起烁油转身就准备离开。
可还没等他走出两步就听到身后传来日记本的呼喊声：“等等！你难道不打算去看看自己养的那只金丝雀吗？”
“金丝雀？哦，你指的是丹妮莉丝。暂时没有这个必要。她现在还太小了，身材也贫瘠的让人提不起什么兴致。”
说完这句话，左思便挥了挥手启动传送魔法返回用来存放分身的天空飞艇中。
他最近要做的事情可还多着呢，根本没时间浪费在这种地方。
“小？贫瘠？ 啧啧，看来你是不懂得萝莉的美妙之处呀。
但我就不同了。
自从获得了这具巨龙的身体和灵魂，我就有可以欣赏所有种族和全年龄段美的眼光。
别说是龙妈这种的白毛，就是弥塞菈也一样下的去嘴。
如果能借助烁油的帮助恢复生殖能力，那么我仅凭一人之力就能创造出百八十个种族。
提起弥赛亚，我也许应该去一趟君临，去看看那边的情况怎么样了。”
鄙夷了一番左思的不解风情，日记本立刻通过自己与魔晶塔直接传送到了七大王国的首都。
与上一次举办比武大会的热闹景象相比，它现如今看起来非常的诡异。
城内街道上已经基本看不到金袍子们的身影，只有影子公会的人时不时会出来巡逻并维持秩序。
很显然，这座城市已经彻底分化成为两个部分。
其中城墙、城门和城堡仍旧掌控在王后与她身后的兰尼斯特家族手中，全副武装的士兵二十四小时守卫着每一个角落。
至于城内的街道和地下的密道则完全被以奈克斯为首的影子公会控制。
尤其是在经历了阉割现任国王乔弗里、让流浪汉轮番蹂躏瑟曦两起恶性事件后，双方之间的矛盾便彻底爆发，再也没有一丁点缓解的可能性。
尽管“弑君者”詹姆·兰尼斯特想要发起一场大清洗，把这些胆敢伤害自己儿子和姐姐兼情人的杂碎统统赶尽杀绝。
但在发出这种声音后仅仅一天之后，他睡觉起来就发现自己全身上下的毛发都被剃掉了，甚至包括最隐私的部位。
很显然，玩家们中最顶尖的盗贼用实际行动证明了，他们只要愿意随时可以杀死红堡内的任何人。
不管是国王、王后，还是那些自视甚高的狗屁御林铁卫。
在这个过程中甚至不会发生战斗，而是在毫无防备的睡梦之中结束其生命。
从那之后，这位有着英雄情结的骑士便彻底放弃了所有不切实际的复仇念头，命令军队收缩兵力直接让出整个城市的统治权。
简单来说就是通过认怂来换取影子公会不再对王室采取敌对行为。
否则的话把有限的兵力扔进错综复杂的街道上，除了送人头之外根本占不到一丁点便宜。
尤其是火枪在狭窄小巷内齐射所产生的杀伤力，根本不是任何盔甲能够抵挡的。
自持力大无穷勇武过人的兰尼斯特家族第一恶犬的格雷果·克里冈，就曾经试图追上一名奔跑中的盗贼玩家误入埋伏。
结果刚进去就听到了一阵砰砰声。
随后他那巨大的身躯便仰面朝天倒在地上，不仅胸口多了十几个血洞，就连脑袋都彻底开了花，脑浆、头骨和眼球飞溅的到处都是。
尸体还被制作成标本悬挂在公会的大门前，供所有来访者参观。
有了“魔山”这个活生生例子，但凡有点脑子的本地土著都知道这些外来者不好惹。
所以无论是贵族骑士、军官也好，还是那些普通招募来的士兵也罢，在进入城区都会老老实实遵守影子工会制定的规矩。
而这一结果就是城内的治安状况竟然比“篡位者”劳勃·拜拉席恩活着的时候还要好。
Those hooligans, thieves and gangsters who like to bully civilians have no power to resist modern criminal organizations that have truly grown in size and are eradicated in a few days.
Nex was too lazy to talk to these guys and just sold them to other players.
As for the Church of the Seven, which represents the original mainstream belief of Westeros, it has now been transformed into a temple of Bennu, the god of the Phoenix.
But the people who did this were not the Shadow Guild, but Jack and his team of players.
The purpose is also very simple, which is to force missionary work in this way and then improve the level of all priest players in the team.
They found that in addition to gaining "experience points" by killing enemies, priests could also gain "experience points" by spreading faith and recruiting believers.
And the benefits of the latter are far greater than those of the former.
As a result, it was not surprising that the use of force to preach the gospel took place.
The process was quite simple. They simply surrounded the church with a musketeer team of thousands of people, pulled out all the religious personnel and forced them to convert.
Anyone who spits at each of the seven statues and completes a series of curses according to the program will survive, while those who are unwilling to do so will be shot or hammered to death on the spot.
Although at the beginning some devout believers stood up and wanted to join the resistance.
But after a round of bloody and brutal suppression, King's Landing's overall faith in the Seven Gods completely collapsed.
Because no matter how the believers prayed, they could not see any miracles from the seven gods.
On the contrary, the Phoenix God that the other party believes in can not only grant incredible divine arts, but also enable people to gain the power to control fire.
It is human nature to admire the strong, and it is also common for humans to join when they cannot defeat the strong.
As a result, the faith of Bennu quickly took root in King's Landing and spread rapidly.
At this moment, Jack, wearing a fully enclosed helmet and holding a war hammer, was standing in the cathedral, teaching doctrine to hundreds of believers who came to worship, just like an archbishop.
Of course, as a player with LV11 real priest level and mastered the art of resurrection, he is indeed qualified to be called "Bishop" or "High Priest".
However, the fear and awe revealed in the eyes of the crowd made it difficult to determine whether the audience came out of fear or faith.
Especially when he got excited, Jack would tear off his linen robe, revealing his exaggerated, inhuman body and monstrous muscles, and jump into the fire in full view of everyone, or he would swing his hammer and smash it on the ground, instantly making a hole in the hard stone ground.
No matter who it is, they certainly wouldn't dare to turn around and leave without giving face at this time.
Otherwise, God knows whether this terrible madman would throw himself into the fire or hit himself on the head or chest with a hammer.
Facts have once again proved that whether it is persuading a person or preaching, if the word "force" is added as a prefix, the effect will often be twice as good with half the effort.
But how many of these people are sincere is unknown.
Jack doesn't care about these things anyway. He just wants to expand the popularity of the Phoenix God and ruthlessly eliminate other beliefs.
The idea of his mission is very simple and crude, which is to make Bennu the only god in the world.
People have no other choice but to believe in Bennu.
Although the Phoenix God has never claimed to be the only true God, the priests among the players have begun to plan for him to obtain this honor in this world.
Just as Jack was planning to use this opportunity today to see if he could find one or two priest apprentices with high enough perception attributes among these believers, Wu Sheng suddenly came up from behind and whispered in his ear, "Let's stop here for today. There's new news from the Shadow Guild. The senior NPC who has been issuing quests to us is here."
"High-level NPC? Are you referring to that old pervert who looks almost exactly like our city lord?"
Jack asked subconsciously.
He would never forget the lewd smile on the faces of the sixteen-year-old twin noble ladies and the look that all men understood when he brought them to the diary.
Of course, Jack also got a pair of nice +3 strength gloves as a reward.
Equipment like this that can directly increase basic attributes can be said to be quite rare and precious among the player community.
“That’s right.
I heard from Nex that this person came here with only one purpose, which is to completely delegate power to us.
From today on, we no longer need to serve any noble forces.
Instead, we can start occupying land and launching an all-out war.”
As he said this, Wu Sheng's eyes sparkled with undisguised excitement and anticipation.
You should know that as the first player team to use hot weapons, the number of troops under their command has reached a full 5,000 people, and this does not include reserves and logistics.
In addition, the team also captured several noble castles and affiliated towns and villages during the war, controlled a population of about 350,000, two well-functioning and easy-to-mine iron mines, and an open-pit saltpeter mine.
With the help of the talented girl Caroline, not only were there enough food and war supplies on hand, but there was also ample funds.
It is definitely the best among many player teams.
As the saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good cook.
Wu Sheng, who was a cook, could not believe in his dreams that he would have the opportunity to lead half a division to capture cities and realize his dream when he was young.
Without any hesitation!
After realizing the importance of the matter, Jack decisively and hastily ended today's missionary activities and took the core members of the team straight to the location of the Shadow Guild's headquarters.
Since they were all players and had cooperated with each other more than once, it was easy for them to enter the most heavily guarded bottom floor.
When Jack saw his old friend sitting on the chair, he immediately took two steps forward and gave him a bear hug.
The enormous force almost strangled the notorious "Shadow King" to death.
"Cough cough cough—asshole! Let me go! You're doing fucking murder!"
Nex coughed violently, cursed, and pushed away the madman who was recognized as the player with the highest strength attribute at this stage.
"Hahahaha! What are you afraid of? For us, dying once is just a loss of levels and experience points."
Jack gave a hearty laugh.
From the fleeting smugness and cunningness in his eyes, it could be seen that he definitely did this on purpose.
Fortunately, Naix didn't care about this half-joking way of greeting. He returned to his seat and said straight to the point: "I believe you should have received the message I conveyed, right?"
Jack nodded slightly: "Yes, I got it. But the details are not very clear, so I would like to trouble you to explain it."
“The specific new rules are all on the official website and forum. You can check them out yourself when you log off.
What I really want to talk to you about is how to divide up the lands of King's Landing and the Crown's direct territory.
Among the player teams currently active in this area, you and we are the strongest.
Moreover, you are better at frontal assaults, while we are good at infiltration, assassination, gathering information and management. It is a perfect match for us to join forces.
As long as you reach an agreement with me, it will be much easier to unite with other players.
After all, in this gluttonous feast, fighting between players is explicitly prohibited, so only the strong teams are qualified to speak loudly and make rules. "
Naix expressed his thoughts very clearly.
You have to know that as the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, there are more than 500,000 or even 600,000 people in King's Landing alone.
Excluding the elderly and children who are unable to work, there are at least 350,000 to 400,000 young and middle-aged laborers.
When necessary, 100,000 people can be drawn from them as soldiers to join the war.
By making good use of these human resources, it would be easy to sweep across the vast fertile land directly under the royal family.
Once they have completed the conquest, rule and integration of the surrounding areas, they will be able to take the initiative to attack.
Whether going north to attack the Hejian area or going south to seize the rich river bay area, unimaginable benefits can be obtained.
Jack quickly exchanged glances with his partner Wu Sheng, then smiled and responded, "Of course there is no problem with the alliance. But how do you calculate the profit?"
“You are responsible for attacking and conquering foreign countries, so the consumption and losses must be very high, so it is natural that you should take the largest share, 40%.
We are responsible for maintaining order in the occupied areas, integrating resources, providing logistical support, nipping resistance in the bud, gathering all kinds of intelligence, and even helping you assassinate important figures in the enemy camp. It also requires a lot of effort, so we take 30%.
As for the rest, they will be distributed to other player teams based on their performance.
In addition, our mages have obtained some goodies and recipes from the Alchemists Guild."
As he said that, Nax raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Pop! " With a crisp sound, two players carefully lifted a container filled with green transparent liquid.
"This is... wildfire!"
Warlock Caroline immediately came closer, staring at this extremely dangerous liquid with shining eyes.
Since she had been in this world for some time, she already knew about this thing that almost blew up the entire King's Landing.
Nex nodded with a smile. "That's right! Although those alchemists kept their mouths shut and tried to keep the manufacturing process and secrets of this thing secret forever, they soon revealed the truth under our dark art interrogation. Now, I am willing to share the secret of wildfire with you to express my sincerity in cooperation."
"Deal! I wish us a happy cooperation!"
Wu Sheng stretched out his right hand without hesitation and made the decision on behalf of the team.
Because just as the other party said, although there are talents in their team who can take charge of internal affairs, there is obviously still a considerable gap compared to the Shadow Guild.
Nex's ability to manage the huge city of King's Landing in an orderly manner has proven his ability in this area.
Although gangs are an absolute cancer in modern society, they are actually a very advanced and effective way of management under the current feudal system.
Just like that, the two most powerful player teams in King's Landing formed an alliance.
Queen Cersei, hiding in the Red Castle, has not yet realized that the "Royal Guards" which she regards as her last trump card have become a deadly noose around her neck. She still locks herself in the room, shivering, and refuses to see anyone.
That slightly aged and faded face was now filled with anger, hatred and fear.
Because just now, she confirmed that she was pregnant.
And her father was one of those dirty tramps who took turns to ravage her for a whole day and night! Whenever she thought of that nightmarish experience and the stench of the other person's thing stuffed into her mouth, Cersei couldn't help wanting to vomit.
She even had the urge to abort the child more than once, but her strong maternal instinct quickly stopped her from thinking about it.
After struggling for a long time, the queen grabbed the bed sheet tightly and roared angrily: "Nex! Shadow Guild! I swear to make you pay for this! The price of blood and death! A Lannister must pay his debts!"
At the same time, in another room, "Emperor" Joffrey was sitting on a chair with a distorted face, staring at his nominal fiancée Sansa Stark not far away. He suddenly ordered the male attendant standing beside him: "Strip her clothes off!"
"As you wish, Your Majesty."
A malicious smile suddenly appeared on the man's face. He walked straight towards the eldest daughter of the Stark family. Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and tore off the other's beautiful and luxurious dress.
The next second...
Tear!
Accompanied by the sound of expensive silk being pulled, large areas of fair skin and beautiful scenery were instantly exposed.
“Ah ...
Sansa immediately couldn't help but scream, and she covered her chest with her hands and squatted down, trying to protect her private parts from being exposed to the sight of other men in the room.
But Joffrey, who had been castrated and whose heart was even more twisted and sick, was not satisfied and continued to order: "Take her up and strip her naked! Don't leave even a piece of her naked body!"
"Hey, hey! I'm sorry, Miss Stark, I don't want to do this, but the king's orders cannot be disobeyed."
The man grinned and grabbed the girl's arm, using his strength to pull her up from the ground.
Just as he was about to tear off Sansa's underwear and skirt, a strange voice suddenly echoed in the room.
"I say, isn't it a bit too much for you to treat a beautiful and weak girl like this?"
"Who? Who is it?"
The man didn't bother to molest Sansa at this moment. He quickly stepped back and drew the sword at his waist.
Since thieves in the player community frequently visit the Red Keep, which is a royal palace, and even treat it as a public toilet, coming and going as they please, the guards are always in a state of fear and anxiety.
After all, even the safety of the king and queen is not guaranteed, let alone them.
As for Joffrey, who had been castrated, he was so frightened that he immediately crawled under the bed, without any of the ferocity he had shown when he had just committed violence.
I saw a cloud of black smoke passing through the wall and quickly condensing into the image of a young man in the room.
Needless to say, he was the diary that had just been teleported to King's Landing to check on the players' situation.
This guy was planning to take a look at little Lolita Myrcella, but he happened to see Sansa Stark who was being beaten and abused.
Based on the principle of not being picky about food, as long as she's a beautiful woman, he decided decisively to get involved.
"You...what are you?!"
Looking at the diary that was emitting a chill and cold aura so close to her, Sansa was obviously very scared.
In addition, her skirt had been torn to pieces and there were several red marks and bruises on her face from being beaten. She looked quite pitiful.
Although she ended up in this situation today, at least half of the responsibility lies with herself.
The diary, which could think with its lower body, obviously didn't care. Instead, it reached out and gently stroked the girl's cheek, and asked with a smile: "Little cutie, do you want to gain power? Power enough to break all restraints and take revenge on the enemy?"
"Can you give me such power? Are you a god?" Sansa swallowed nervously.
"God? Hahahaha! No! I'm not a god.
Quite the contrary. I am the messenger of death and can only give you the power of death.
After all, your current situation is bad enough, why not give it a try?
At least I won't torture you, but will give you the happiness you have never experienced before."
The diary is like a kidnapper at this moment, with naked and undisguised greed and possessiveness flashing in its eyes.
If it were before when she had her father's protection, Sansa might not have understood what this look meant.
But now, after being a hostage for such a long time, she could already understand the desire of the black-haired, black-eyed young man standing in front of her. Then she looked at Joffrey under the bed and the male follower who molested her. The scene of her father being beheaded kept playing in her mind. Finally, she bit her lower lip and said, "Give me power! I want power! No matter what the price!"
"Very good, you made the right choice. Now close your eyes and don't struggle or resist. I will grant you the power of death."
As he spoke, the diary walked straight up to the girl, pinched her chin and kissed her.
I don't know if it was because Joffrey was watching, which caused him to feel a kind of excitement similar to "husband's ex-con", so the actions and scale were particularly large.
moment!
The astonishing negative energy entered Sansa's body at an extremely fast speed and killed her.
Because the speed was so fast, by the time she reacted, he had already become a complete vampire.
The endless hunger for blood instantly overwhelmed his rationality.
The moment the diary let go of her, the girl instantly turned into a shadow and bit the neck of the man who had just torn her skirt and molested her.
In the blink of an eye, he sucked it dry.
As the scarlet liquid flowed down her esophagus into her body, Sansa's sanity finally began to return. She stared with eyes wide open, as if she couldn't believe that she actually possessed such terrifying strength and speed, and had turned into a monster that feeds on human blood.
She looked at her hands and asked in a trembling voice: "You...what have you turned me into?"
The diary instantly flashed behind the girl, gently sniffed the scent of the latter's hair, and replied meaningfully: "I turned you into a vampire, dear Sansa.
Now, not only do you have the power to kill your enemies, you also have near-eternal life and beauty that will never age.
Just do whatever you want to do.
Like pulling your king fiancé out from under the bed and doing to you tenfold or a hundredfold what he did to you.
Don't worry, no matter how badly he is injured, I will heal him until you are satisfied..."
(End of this chapter)