Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Gilenis' standing body quickly disappeared into specks of stardust, and her true body appeared on the other side of the cave.

Although the moon elf could clearly sense the power contained in the dagger, the strength gap between the two sides was too great. Even without the interception of the spider elf, the old elf had no chance of actually hitting her.

But why did the spider elf do this? Why did the old elf do this again?

"My silly girl..." The spider elf fell to the ground, extremely corrosive body fluid seeping out from his spider body, and the short sword inserted into his body was still emitting bright light, surging. The arcane energy impacted his fragile interior like cannonballs.

"Pa", a piece of chitinous carapace cracked open without warning and fell to the ground. The spider elf also coughed up a large mouthful of blood containing a large amount of gibberellus.

He could no longer move, and even the little life he had left was passing quickly, but he didn't seem to be panicking at all. Instead, he became a little relieved, because he was relieved to see that another person who looked like him also had the same problem. He fell to the ground in pain, his hands tearing at his cheeks.

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It was the bruise just now, which contained the third batch of Gibberellus variants that had not even had time to be truly tested in the cave - this type of Gibberellus can dissolve most protective spells and is immune to strong acid erosion. . It just evolved a hard shell because it did not give up its ability to reproduce, so it cannot avoid sunlight.

Of course, only he himself knows this kind of thing now.

"My silly girl, of course I am trying to prevent him from assassinating you!" The spider elf coughed up another mouthful of dirty blood and gasped for breath, "No matter what you have become, you were once My student, how could I just watch you being attacked?”

The spider elf laughed at himself: "Of course, I didn't expect that little girl back then to be so powerful now - when did you construct the phantom? I never discovered it."

"...from the very beginning." Gilenis was silent for a moment and responded, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but today's Gilenis is no longer the same Jane as before."

"Don't you trust anyone easily?" The spider elf seemed to sigh with some relief, "I can understand, after all, I am not the same person as before..."

"Of course you are not the same person you were before!"

A powerful arcane energy suddenly burst out from the old elf lying on the other side. The red mold kept eroding his body, and the pain and itching drove him to tear his face, strips of old flesh. It fell from his fingertips, but when the spider elf said what he just said, the old elf who looked like he would kill himself in a few minutes suddenly burst out with powerful power and rushed towards the spider elf. Passed by!

The hilt of the dagger was once again held in his hand, and with just one force, the entire shell of the spider elf was shattered, revealing the bloated and twisted flesh inside!

"Because I was the one from the beginning!"

"A young body stuffed into an old skin, Jane, did you hear that? What a cliché." The spider elf's injuries were much more serious than the opponent's. He tried several times to hold down the opponent's hand and dagger that continued to move. , but all ended in failure, "But what I want to tell you is that this is considered a stupid thing done by a real old guy like me."

"You...divided yourself into two people?"

"Half is the me I used to be, and half is me after I was separated from you," the spider elf nodded, "Thank you for giving us both the same respect before. After all, in principle, we are all your teachers. ,only……"

"You are not!" The old elf interrupted his other self fiercely, "You are just an empty shell! You have no memory of the past, but you have no feelings for her!"

"Only me, only me, is the one in Jane's heart! You are a mistake!"

He pulled out the dagger and let the body fluids of the spider elf flow gurglingly. But the strange thing was that even after receiving such a fatal blow, the spider elf had no intention of dying. Instead, the power of the old elf was rapidly flowing. Fading.

"Really? Then why do you become weak when I am injured?" The spider elf said sarcastically, "You have always known why, you have always known that this is why you like to hide and catch those unlucky people. The reason why I transformed the eggs and used them to destroy my plan.”

"You don't dare to face me, and you haven't thought about how to face me. Because you are me, but I am not you - you can't guarantee that you will survive after killing me!"

"Nonsense, of course I can -" Before the old elf could finish his words, his body suddenly shook violently. He stretched out his hand to support the wall beside him, and his mouth that kept extending blood outwards curved upward in a huge arc. "This is the influence of your gibberellus, not yours! I won't die with you!"

"Someone can save me!"

"Are you talking about her?" The spider elf looked at his young self who couldn't hold on, and smiled even more unscrupulously, "Jane! Will you save him?"

"Although he is the division commander in your memory, the time span I have experienced is much longer than him! I am the main part, not to mention that I saved you just now, and he was going to attack you! Will you save him?"

"Come on, redundant, you are redundant, not worth mentioning at all," the old elf panted fiercely, trying to inhale more air into his lungs, "Besides, I don't need her to save me at all! I still have-"

"Don't force yourself, teacher, your strength has almost dissipated," Gillianis frowned slightly and advised, "We still have a chance, don't we?"

"Your cutting yourself was a mistake, and you saw the result. I happen to have an arcane spell here that can put you back together, but before that, you have to heal your wounds first to avoid double injuries attached to the same body."

"As for the matter of healing, please allow me to ask my lord."

Ron, who had been watching coldly from the side, glanced at the moon elf. When he saw the moon elf's inquiring eyes, he did not nod or shake his head immediately, but raised his left hand. Between his palms, a strange gray mist danced rhythmically, neither urging nor stopping.

Perhaps to the One who has reached the end of the law, such a "little person" whose life has already come to an end is really not worth mentioning. It will come sooner or later, so a little while is not a big deal.