Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 197 Professional counterpart
"So, are you guys going to clear out these undead?" Masarino straightened his tattered clothes, "Then can you allow me to hide aside first?"

"For an old man like me, this kind of high-intensity battle is a bit too exciting."

"Wouldn't it be convenient for you to stand by and provide some support?" Ron looked at him expectantly. "You have the powerful power to travel through dimensions. You only need to take a short rest. It should be easy for you to deal with these undead creatures, right?"

"I'm sorry, but my suggestion is: No," Marsalino said with regret. "In fact, I have already provided support: before you arrived, at least three powerful undead individuals here have been eliminated by me. But I don't have the means to completely wipe them out, so I just made them unable to move."

"I am grateful that Your Excellency is willing to give me time to rest, but this is also giving them time to rest and recover."

"In that case," Ron nodded and turned to look at Victoria, "Victoria, and the two of you, just proceed as planned."

"Alright!" The two cultists were immediately inspired and began to cast spells, "Desecrate the Shield!"

Two dark fields immediately rose up around Sera and Constance. This divine magic was of the same type as the Shield of Faith, but due to the different beliefs of the casters, there were slight differences in the details.

"Spirit Guardian!" Victoria took out the holy emblem, but before she could cast the spell, her hand felt like it was burned, and with a scream from the priest, the holy emblem fell to the ground.

"Victoria?" Sylvia took two steps forward and supported the pastor. "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm... fine." Victoria had a strange expression on her face, but she still shook her head, pushed the dhampir mage away, and picked up the holy emblem again. "I've been warned."

"Warned?" Ron looked over in confusion. "What does that mean?"

The pastor stuck out his tongue and said, "He probably doesn't want me to hang out with the cultists."

"As a priest of Heim...it's really hard for you." Marsarino sat down and sighed.

It would be more accurate to say that Heim was being magnanimous by warning her now.

"Okay, it doesn't matter." Victoria successfully released the spirit guard this time. She looked at the two cultists and said, "You two should take care of yourselves. The next time I see you, I'm afraid I will have to take action against you."

"Don't worry, don't worry! We swear!" The two cultists nodded like chickens pecking at rice, "We swear to turn over a new leaf and become new people!"

"Uh, excuse me for asking: who are you going to swear to?" Masarino asked suddenly. This unexpected question almost made the two cultists lose their concentration on the spell.

"what did you say?"

"Just curiosity," Marzarino shrugged. His deep blue eyes hidden under his gray beard and messy hair watched Ron and the others rush down the hill with Victoria. "If you swear to Graz'zt, it will definitely not work, even if you are still using his magic."

"If you were asked to choose a god to whom you would be willing to swear an oath and confess your sins, which god would you prefer?"

"I don't know, maybe Tymora?" The cultist named Grant hesitated, "Yes, I will confess my sins to her." "It seems that the glory of the goddess of luck has also shone on this world," Masarino nodded, "It's a reasonable choice. After all, her shrines are everywhere, and usually there are no priests or priests guarding them. Anyone can say anything to her."

"But do you know? Correspondingly, the goddess usually does not bestow such blessings, which means that no one will pay attention to your vows."

Marsarino stood up. He had faced numerous dangerous situations before, but this one was just embarrassing, but far from fatal. After a short rest, he recovered from the suspended animation of the isolation technique.

These young people are still very safe, but if nothing unexpected happens, they will soon be in trouble.

"Swarm!" A red-hatted man risked his life to stand in front of Polly, and was instantly submerged in the wave of undead creatures. However, it was this brief gap he gained that gave the witch a chance to cast a spell again.

"Get out of my way!" A clay pot was smashed on the broken stone bricks. As the witch's body expanded back to its original size, a whole swarm of poisonous bees rose up with it!
"My dears! Send these dead people to hell!" The witch screamed, and those poisonous bees, which were obviously different from those in the wild, immediately pounced on the undead creatures like a whirlwind. The body structure of the dead is far less tough than that of the living, and the swarm of bees often only needs to rush left and right to break those zombies and skeletons into pieces. And when Victoria's spirit guards swept over, these corpses that still tried to rely on the tenacity of undead would immediately turn into ashes and disappear without a trace.

"I'm not sure that hell will be willing to take them in." Yelena sneered, and the thorny chain in her hand easily wrapped around a howling ghost. With a flick of her wrist, she broke it into countless pieces.

"As for you, you really found the right person - even though even the most successful weavers and soul traders would not want you."

The Shadow Dancer flew up and down among those semi-void spirits, and wherever the thorny chain went, their souls were scattered. With her cleaning around Ron and the others, these most troublesome beings couldn't even touch the edge of Victoria's spirit guards.

"I have questioned your decision more than once, Ron!" Sera retreated back to the range protected by Victoria. She had given up on chopping at those flying things. The minimal effect could only be considered boasting about her achievements.

"But you chose to bring a shadow spirit with you. You made the right choice!"

"But bringing a dhampir with you is undoubtedly a mistake!" Sylvia dodged the attack of a ghoul that squeezed in in a somewhat embarrassing manner. "All of you get out of the way. I can't stand these annoying things anymore!"

"Fireball!" Sylvia raised her staff high, and a huge fireball smashed into the stone bricks on the ground. The flames instantly swept up a large number of undead creatures.

"Ha, it's all over, right?!" The vampire wizard pulled out the dagger that was stuck in the back of the ghoul's head and kicked it away with force, "Victoria, don't let them revive!"

Although Ron's team was not strong as a whole, with the help of clergy and professionals, they were more capable than a powerful wizard in fighting against the undead creatures. However, this was only limited to dealing with those beings that won by numbers.

When Sera rushed out of Victoria and Ivy's protection again, she felt a huge force coming from her hand. A giant sword that was heavier and larger than Canglan's Grip tore through Polly's swarm of bees and smashed on her sword with a tremendous force.

Sera was horrified. She took five or six steps back before she could steady herself. When she saw the one who had fought her head-on, even the brave and fearless barbarian couldn't help but shout:

"(Northern slang), what the hell is this?!"

(End of this chapter)