Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"H-how did you wake up?!"

Martha, who was still reeling under the siege, saw Ron waking up again as if she had seen some monster - the man even cast a spell first and then woke up!

That means that the nightmare has no effect on him at all! But how is that possible? !

"The 'Tyrant Western Europe' that Wright serves is the most arrogant and greedy among the beholders! Because it has never been successfully challenged so far!" The spirit body issued a piercing sharp tip that could instantly turn ordinary people into ashes. Xiao, "It can even appear in multiple worlds at the same time as an incarnation! You just come from a world that doesn't even reveal magic! How could you-"

"Your master talks so much. Other people's time travelers would like to hide their secrets for several lifetimes, but now you are like a little GG on the street, spreading your hair around." Ron sneered, but didn't mind, "Yes, although I don't I know it, but I admit that the 'fake sect master' who was deceived by you - of course, it may also be happy to do so - is very powerful and has given you a lot of benefits and power. I almost couldn't come back just now. Just a little bit different.”

"But if you can still be considered smart now, why don't you think about this question: Does your sect leader's power belong to you?"

This issue has no value for discussion in other contexts. Basically, all spellcasters have a source of power. The difference is just whether the source is reliable, stable, and whether it can be transferred due to will. But what Ron said here was not to discuss grand topics such as arcana, divine arts or even religious philosophy with a cultist.

The point he wants to make is simple: although the source of power can radiate to several universes, the person casting spells here is just a cultist. What he can cast, even the most indescribable tricks, cannot exceed his own ability to " The understanding category of “indescribable”.

The dream that transforms a living person into a beholder cannot transform a goal that it itself cannot understand.

Ron cast his gaze at "Wright" who was still standing on the other side with only two legs left. It seemed that the cultist released this spell when he was about to die. The specific time point was... When Ron struck him with lightning into the word "dent" instead of the word "son".

Maybe he can still be resurrected, or use the hands of his companions, or use the hands of his master, but now that the cultist who calls himself Martha is unavailable, and their master has not appeared...

Thunder struck the mountain again, erasing the last remaining traces of the opponent.

Ron retracted his palm, and a wisp of gray mist appeared before disappearing quietly - Wright was probably dead.

"What did you do!"

Ron was no longer unfamiliar with doing some small jobs for the Lord Terminator, and occasionally doing charity work for personal gain, but this scene almost made him lose his mind in the eyes of the cultists.

"My Lord preserves our souls, and no existence can take us away from His hands! Magic! What magic did you use!"

A cultist who doesn’t even look like a human being, and who accuses others of using sorcery, is right to blame them.

Ron stopped answering him, and the short bow fell into his hand again, firing several rays and shooting towards Martha. As he himself reawakened, the morale of his companions reached a peak, and those The attack that was originally unable to harm the cultist suddenly became sharp and deadly. It only took two or three minutes. As Martha's spiritual state could no longer be maintained, the cultist reassembled a The new body sprayed out a pool of blood and then fell onto the riddled ground.

Right in front of the four remaining cultists.

The member of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society who "revealed his true form" still wears the bald head, but the black dragon mark on it has turned into a pool of unrecognizable ink marks, and the robe on his body is also in tatters, just like her at the moment The body is the same. Martha felt that she had about 400 broken bones in her body (she knew that an adult had about 200 bones, which was the "experience" she gained through slaughter), and it seemed that only her head was left in her entire body and she could barely move. A move.

The heart and other organs had long been scrapped, and now there were only some blasphemous lumps in her body pretending to operate the entire body.

She rolled her eyes hard, and a weak female face appeared in her field of vision - she remembered this pool of despicable "ashes", and her tongue was pulled out for scolding her behind her back.

"Ah, I knew..." Martha touched her lips and nose covered with blood, trying to continue her life. Even if they suffered a lot of fatal blows, they would not die so easily, "Your name What's going on?"

"Larissa, remember this name," Suholu, who lost one leg and the other leg was also scarred, said coldly and spat at him, "it will be used on the way to the death realm. of."

"You have done many evil things, devil - Lord, can you leave this woman to us to deal with? This is all..."

"The arrangement of fate? Hehe," Martha sneered convulsively, "Only fools like you talk about fate every day - if you succeed, it is destiny, if you fail, it is unfair fate. If you ask me, it's unfair. It's fart."

Larisa's sharp nails cut her skin, but Marda felt no pain at all, and just kept talking to herself: "You noble lords, you spend your days in debauchery, so that your descendants can continue to live in luxury. And you still think it's not enough, and you believe in Grazite to seek excitement! Have you opened your eyes and looked outside the manor from those white breasts and buttocks?!"

"More than one-tenth of your subjects have run away in just half a year! They would rather run to a place like Delusion, which doesn't even sound right, than continue to live under your rule! You are the devils-"

"Okay, it's not your turn to judge whether you are a devil or not," Ron interrupted her, and gestured to Larissa, who was lying on the cultist and covered in blood, to stop. The woman who was eating flesh with her festering mouth hesitated for a moment, then stood up and stepped back silently, "Tell me everything you know, about your master, about yourselves, and about the Gray Ruins Dragon Society."

"You... you are a monster, but compared to them, you are more like a person," Marda's eyeballs gradually stiffened, but her weird smile was still blooming, "But you asked the wrong question, Lord, your three questions are actually one."

"Do you think I will repent on my deathbed? Find my conscience and turn from evil to good? Don't be silly."

"But I can tell you one thing, though," Marda's chest, which was shattered by Larissa, swelled abnormally, and her eyes rolled up at the same time, "You failed. The purpose of our trip is to...completely destroy this place. Without you, we will definitely complete this task, and even with you, we can still complete it-"

"All wonders will collapse, all kingdoms will collapse, and all order will disintegrate. My Lord will witness the end of the world, climb the stairs covered with historical dust... and sit on the throne above the end!" (End of this chapter)