Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Turn around and face me."

Ron, who had escaped the devil's tricky attack, was hovering in mid-air, his feet stepping on the gray mist, like a gray horse.

The arrow in Ron's hand was once again placed on the open string, but this time the arrow bloomed with a gray-green light that no creature present had ever seen.

"Mortal, you -" Brogmir gasped. His fight with Ron was extremely brief, but he seemed to have dragged his tired body into a fierce battle for centuries.

"What is this?" The eyes under the horns were fixed on the glow on the tip of Ron's arrow. The devil tried to see through the essence of this arcane spell, but it was in vain.

"It's useless even if you kill me, don't you know?" Two white mist spurted out from the demon's nose. It looked at the silent Ron coldly, and its heartbeat began to speed up inexplicably, "Devil I will not die in the material plane easily! I will return to the abyss and wait for the next opportunity!"

"The life of a mortal like you is just a blink of an eye for me. I will come back, we will always come back!" The Bull Demon roared anxiously, "Return the head of Queen Farama, we promise We can let you leave safely, and we can even guarantee that no more demons will try to invade your territory. You—"

"The measure of your life is just a flash in the pan to me," Ron interrupted the demon and laughed in a hoarse voice, "Don't say that the demon will not die. To me, life is just short. Unearthed, death is the eternal destination.”

He paused, and then his tone broke into a mocking chant: "'Any death that consumes me, because I care so much about all living beings; any death that's part of me is a part of me. Pass away, because I am included in the concept of all living beings; the death of any life will make me sad, because I am also one of all living beings.'"

"'So do not ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you! Come, my friend, to the end of your body and soul, and you will find eternal rest!'"

"Law: Death!"

"What?!"

When those string of words blurted out from Ron's mouth, the temperature in the entire maze seemed to drop to freezing point - even if the spell was not aimed at them.

The battle between the lust demon and the succubus, who were killing each other, was forced to interrupt. They disappeared from everyone's sight like flying, for fear that there was even a ten thousandth chance that the terrible spell would affect them.

Others who were unable to fly away witnessed what was probably the most bizarre scene they would ever see in their lives.

Ron's arrow flew out and hit the devil's forehead with a slender green light. The arrow flew so slowly that it seemed like it would fall to the ground at any time. However, even in the face of such a powerless attack, the demon, which was unstoppable just now, had no intention of evading or protecting it, and just watched as the arrow with fatal magic penetrated its forehead.

It was as if it had accepted all of this, and this was its destined end as a demon.

As its breathing became heavier, dust flew up from Brogmire's body. Without struggling or roaring, it turned into a handful of flying ash in front of everyone, and followed Ron's body. The gray mist dissipated in the wind.

As the gray mist dispersed along with the demon's fragments, Ron seemed to have lost all power and fell from the air like a kite with a broken string. Ivy swooped forward and hugged Ron. In his own arms.

"I am..."

Ron blinked hard. He felt as if his eyes were filled with countless gravel. In addition, his head hurt as if it was about to explode: "What happened? Where is the giant bull demon? Caogha and the others Woolen cloth?"

"You don't know?" Queen Falama's head flew over, and the flames in her eyes stared at Ron who seemed to have just been resurrected. "You killed that Brogmir! You turned it into a flying ball. Hui, use the bow and arrow in your hand!"

"How did you bypass the traditional spell-casting process and focus arcane magic on the weapon?" Sylvia looked at Ron in confusion, her eyes full of concern, "Didn't the situation you just had have any impact on your body? Is it a burden?”

"How could it be..." Ron groaned with a bitter smile, "My head and bones are about to explode, but I have no idea what just happened!"

"Victoria, you have to help me find out what's wrong with me?"

The reason why he asked the pastor for help was because Ron was very sure that he was definitely not sick! All of this is probably a matter of that "death realm"!

"Have you ever heard of a place like the Death Realm? Is it a demiplane or something?"

"The Realm of Death? That is one of the transit points for all souls. If there is no intervention from gods, devils, demons, goblins and other beings, all the souls in the world of Surrez will go there," Shadow Spirit Yelena interjected, " When you go there, it is normal and in line with the laws of this world. "

"Your body is very healthy, in fact, even too healthy." Victoria unbuttoned Ron's clothes to check, and then dressed him in confusion, "Even your mana is extremely full - you at least used it today. Three days of spell preparation, and I am very sure that there are some spells that you cannot master now!"

"Also, if I remember correctly, you should have never had a gray birthmark on your chest. Did you get this mark after you were resurrected?"

"It should be like this," Ivy provided Victoria with proof. "There are almost no scars or marks on Ron's body. The gray patch must be new - is it related to the death realm?"

"I don't know. In fact, I know almost nothing about the god who is in charge of the realm of death," Victoria frowned. "His name is Ernest, and his title besides indicating his function is 'Finalizer', In addition to 'The Burial of All Things', 'Lord of Death', etc., there is also 'Hundred Faces'."

"Your Excellency Baimian?" The newly promoted paladin tugged on his hair, "With all due respect, does this sound a little strange?"

"Indeed," Victoria did not refute Andre. "It is said that this title was given to him when he was walking as an incarnation. The believers of this god are very rare, and the vast majority of believers who left rumors are almost His own incarnation, I guess that’s where the title comes from?”

"Other than that, there are almost no more rumors about Him... Oh, by the way, it is said that because the Lord of Death has not expressed his position for a long time, many gods are trying to influence Him in order to make him Death is on a certain side.”

"The lawful gods hope that he can formulate complete regulations for the soul, and other gods hope that the state of death will allow the soul to choose its own destination more freely; some kind gods think that it is not humane and harsh to make the deceased suffer repeatedly. The gods hope that the measures of death will bring endless torture to the soul."

"Now it seems..." Victoria's eyes fell on Ron's chest, "Is the Terminator ready to take the initiative to show his own tendencies?"