Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Some obscure energy was escaping from the cultist's chest and abdomen, but it had no effect on anyone around her.

Because this power is not aimed at them.

"Kill me, come on," Martha's voice almost echoed, "You can't stop it, you can't do anything. Come on, kill me, at least you can still vent your anger in some futile way. ...Then the power of our Lord will clear away all the 'remnants of the past' here, and His devout believers will return to His embrace and return to His Kingdom of God..."

"You don't look worried at all," Ron said suddenly, looking at the half-dead man who had been able to make the gray mist respond to his call, "Your master has spent the past ten centuries, maybe even longer. They are all hiding here and there. If they do this now, won’t they expose themselves?”

"Hey," Martha said with disdain, "You can't understand the power of my Lord at all. It's just 'cleaning up the dregs' to this extent. How is it possible..."

"No, that's not it," Ron interrupted her, "I have no doubt that the dracolich is capable of killing all the remaining people here without revealing its position. My question is: Will He let you 'return to the embrace'? The risk is probably not small."

The gray mist of the Terminator was summoned in front of his face. The believer may not be able to feel it, but the lich behind it should be able to detect it.

"And you also mentioned the Kingdom of God - doesn't it want all kingdoms to be destroyed? Its own is not included? Doesn't that mean -"

"Shut up! You heretic!" Martha interrupted him angrily, "Of course a kingdom is one with a king on earth! How can a kingdom of gods-"

"Understood," Ron nodded clearly, "that is to say, only the feudal kingdom will be under its future authority, so other ideological regimes will not be destroyed by it? Primitive tribes, chiefdoms, or you can listen Let me talk about the other types, and you should be able to identify which ones are..."

Ron is asking this sincerely. If the lich's intended position is only "the god in charge of destruction in the feudal kingdom", then he should have many ways to let the residents of the delusion land avoid this rule - he may not It is possible to achieve the best performance like the "mentors", but it is always possible to settle for second best - such as a giant company, as long as it is not on the other side's chopping block.

However, Martha did not respond to him. The cultist's face suddenly turned an abnormal bright red, and immediately a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his entire body quickly lost the last of its vitality.

There is no guidance, no Kingdom of God, it is completely expected. As for what the dead would think...the dead will probably not have any more collapse of faith.

But Ron still let Gray Mist take away the few remnants of the opponent: "What a pity, it seems that her injuries are too severe."

"I think she might have been mad at you, Ron." Drayford emerged from nowhere. His concealment was so good that even his companions couldn't grasp his exact whereabouts.

"Why did I die? I think I can put it aside." Sylvia controlled the black mist and wrapped the body that was about to disintegrate. "What should I do now? I can feel that there is something inside it. Out!"

"Can you evacuate the villagers first?" Ivy looked at the foul demon that became extremely weak as the battle ended. "We should be able to accept them. In Green Swamp Town, they can..."

"No, it's useless. They are the remnants of Falama," the foul demon looked at the surrounding villagers with some sadness. The demons did not survive the massacre just now, and those who are alive now are ordinary people who were unable to participate in the battle before. Mortals, "I couldn't see it before, but when the power of the 'god' was revealed, I saw the marks on them - the time they appeared should be the same as the fall of the Kingdom of Farama."

"Maybe this cultist is right. All kingdoms will collapse, at least the kingdoms targeted by that existence. Even their remnants will not survive."

"Similarly, there is no destiny. This is conspiracy and plan. This has been planned a long time ago. The little I can do is just to delay the result..."

"I'm very sorry," Suholu of the Graz'zt Order apologized in a low voice, "If it weren't for us, they might not have found this place."

"No, it's not your fault." The foul demon looked at the mortal with a broken leg sadly, "It's just a matter of time. They are all mortals, and they are the last batch of mortals. When the youngest child dies of old age, This remnant will eventually die out, sooner or later, it makes no difference - or a little bit."

The foul demon looked at the villagers who were supporting her. She was silent for a long time, and then spoke again: "I'm sorry, Charlie, Woody, Miranda...it seems that I can no longer protect you."

Her power that could distort cognition should have expired long ago, but these villagers neither made any noise nor made a fuss, just supported her silently, as if she was still the "wise person" she was before.

"You have been protecting us for a long time." A villager who looked like he was engaged in logging work shook his head. He suppressed his sadness. "You and 'others' have taken care of us for several generations. We all know that sooner or later you will I wanted to leave, but I didn’t expect it to be this way.”

and this form.

But it doesn't matter, a wise man is a wise man. If she really had any ill intentions towards this village, they wouldn't even appear. To the villagers, the wise man who lived with him day and night just used a transformation spell on himself and "happened" to become a demon.

"But we don't quite understand what you just said. Are we... destined to perish? Is this all the conspiracy of that evil god? Even you can't compete with it?"

In the eyes of these villagers, the foul devil is an almost omnipotent existence. There have been hags, "demons", gargoyles, and orcs in the village, but none of these can destroy the village.

"Yes, I, I'm sorry," the foul demon shook his head, "but that existence is probably not a real god yet, so..."

"What can you do?!" a villager immediately asked in surprise.

"Yes," the foul demon seemed to have made a lot of determination. She looked at the mortals around her, "but this is not a 'counterattack', but a kind of 'retaliation', which is a way to make the other party unable to get what they deserve. I wish for revenge, and even so, it needs to be achieved through the sacrifice of everyone, I..."

"Then come on," a villager immediately interrupted the wise man's "but", "There are no buts, wise man, our homeland has been destroyed, after the kingdom of our ancestors, we have nothing, not even the complete Destruction has become inevitable.”

"Wise man, please lead us one more time. You can definitely do it, right?" (End of Chapter)