Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"I didn't expect that after living for so many years, there would be a day when I would be cornered by a group of mad dogs..."

In the backyard of Hendricks's manor, a figure suddenly appeared in the garden. He had a lot of lacerations on his body, but he didn't dare to stay for long. Instead, he quickly disappeared again and appeared in another direction a moment later.

But his efforts were in vain.

"Ah-Woof!" The ghostly howl still echoed in his ears, even though those pitiful creatures could not continue to hunt him under the sun. Patrick raised his arm, and under his dreamy gaze, the wound on it was healing rapidly.

But Patrick knew that this was just self-hypnosis and comfort - his strength did not come entirely from the flesh, but his weakness would be clearly revealed in this body.

Why... why would there be night hounds chasing him in the etheric plane? !

The bishop raised his head, his eyes crossed the street and fell on the witch who had just played tricks on a group of mortals and disappeared. Was it her? These were her pets?

But how could this be possible? The witch's power was not strong. She was neither an "aunt" nor a "grandmother". She could not have the spare power to control these creatures to hunt in the etheric plane!

But it didn't matter. Although things were a little out of control, the current situation was not the worst. After all, he had a backup plan.

Patrick pulled away and ran straight upstairs to Hendricks Manor. He knew that there was a secret room in the study on the second floor, where he and his master's common master were enshrined. As long as he could reach that place, he could return to Purgatory! Go back to his favorite behind-the-scenes, control and play with these ignorant mortals like puppets!

He ran, knocked the door open with his shoulder, crossed the corridor, and rushed to the staircase leading directly to the study. The night hounds were chasing his position in the etheric plane, but so what? The sun was splashing all over the staircase. These evil accomplices with dog-like and human-like faces would never stop him!

Patrick's hand was on the handrail of the staircase, and his foot had stepped on the first step. The "youngest" bishop who had risen rapidly in the molten iron barrier raised his head and faced the strong sunlight. If nothing unexpected happened, he would soon usher in a bright future.

However, as a professional researcher, Ron refused to accept this degree of error.

A black feather came from nowhere and flew lightly towards Patrick's face along the angle of the light. Patrick's heart was startled, and his figure quickly disappeared from the spot, but the transmission that should have been foolproof was interrupted by a familiar force, and the bishop had to return to the starting point.

A wide wing covered with black feathers blocked the sunlight, and Patrick's pupils suddenly shrank. Under the restraint of magic, he forcibly broke free from the restraints and twisted his body to try to escape. However, behind him, as the power of the sun was blocked, several translucent large canine creatures emerged from the etheric plane. When they were close to the mistress, they usually acted no bigger than ordinary hounds, but when they were hunting, they were all large monsters with shoulder heights of more than 1.6 meters and weights of nearly 200 kilograms. However, two or three of them blocked Patrick's retreat.

Under the gaze of a bunch of scarlet bloodthirsty eyes, Patrick subconsciously raised his head and tried to find a breakthrough from above, but there, a metal thorn chain full of barbed spikes was hanging down, and a haggard elf looked down at the victim who had no way to go up to the sky or down to the earth like a ghost.

"What are you looking at, dear?" A lazy voice came from the stairs behind Patrick, accompanied by the sound of high heels stepping on the steps, and the noise of the sword blade scratching the wall also sounded at the same time.

The succubus looked up and down at the guy in front of him who was at the end of his rope with a playful look, like a cat teasing a mouse at its mouth: "What should I call you, Bishop, or Patrick?"

"No, no, you don't understand! You should understand!" Patrick faced the succubus in panic, neither advancing nor retreating, "I am not a bishop, let alone Patrick!"

"Bishop Patrick does not exist in the world!"

Under his skin, another kind of power began to surge, the red skin broke through the surface constraints, and a pair of leather wings of the same skin color tore through his back and stretched out behind him. At the same time, a pair of devilish horns protruded from the top of "Patrick's" head, growing upward in a twisted shape.

"Look at me, friend! I'm a devil! We're on the same side!"

"Listen, succubus, I don't care what deal you made with those mortals, but you're facing me, who is also from Purgatory! I have more important official duties on my shoulders!"

"Cancel the contract with those mortals! Aren't you succubus the best at playing with terms? Let me go, Lord Dispater will reward you for it!"

For the succubus who is also a devil, even a high-level devil, "Patrick" knows that all the rhetoric is in vain, but even so, he has to fight for his chance.

At the same time, his mind began to work rapidly: Why did the succubus appear here? What is her relationship with those mortals? How should he deal with it so that she can let him go?

The lust demon Kaojia did not interrupt his statement and suggestions. She stopped and then smiled as brightly as the sun behind her after patiently listening to what "Patrick" said.

"You mean, 'important business'?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The devil nodded quickly, "Lord Dispater needs the molten iron barrier and the deep silver veins in the delusion land, so he assigned me to direct such a drama!"

"Mortals are not worth mentioning here, right? If you ruin the plan, Lord Dispater will protest to Princess Gracia!"

Gracea is the daughter of Asmodeus, but this does not mean that she can have more power and status than other archdukes-at least not before the Lord of the Nine Hells grants her these-the devil has made up his mind that the more he talks about this matter, the more he should be able to persuade the other party to let him go.

"Mortals are indeed not worth mentioning. From this point of view, I agree with your point of view very much," Kaojia nodded, "They are just pawns in the game between us, the gods, and the abyss."

But the next second after the devil breathed a sigh of relief, the handsome face of the succubus suddenly became ferocious:

"But do you know? This pawn of the Delusion Land has been requisitioned by us first!"