Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The leader of the cult - the former leader stepped forward to inquire. Even the cultists dared to swear to heaven at this stage that their leader absolutely did not show any unfriendly behavior, even though these two uninvited guests suddenly appeared in their living room with sour faces.

There were at least twenty people lying on the ground.

Not to mention that in the cult, whose values ​​are "different" from those of the general public, even among decent people, the leader can be considered tolerant. However, just after he asked... the female cultist still remembers clearly that as a faint dragon roar sounded in the manor, her eyes suddenly went dark. When she opened her eyes again, the leader...

He can only lead by his own head.

Even this situation did not last for a few seconds. In the blink of an eye, their leader turned into a pool of blood. All the hard substances that made up his body disappeared. Before everyone could react, they had already launched a bloody massacre against everyone in the manor.

Their sect dissipated before the night of revelry was over, and only fourteen people were left in the end - only a few of them were survivors of the massacre, such as her; and most of them were lucky enough not to attend the banquet for various reasons, such as Suhoru.

When they were gathered by the messengers, they were all terrified. Only one foolish man was ready to resist, but he was immediately dissolved into a puddle. The rest had no choice but to surrender. Then, they wrote letters to Gu Lan and secretly took this path.

According to what the two messengers said occasionally during their "sermons", they are an organization even larger than the duo, and everyone inside is a skilled fighter. Just two of them can easily destroy an entire cult. Such a combination has recently appeared in various parts of the city-state alliance, bringing together those groups that the authorities cannot catch any clues about on a daily basis, and heading towards their delusional destination.

The Graz'zt Cult was just the most unlucky of these unlucky guys. Because they had previously infiltrated the Land of Delusion, they were used as pawns.

"Compared to this group of heretics, those mortals who believe in the hypocritical 'true gods' seem so adorable," the female believer spat quietly, "It's really hard to imagine. We all believe in the Abyss, so why can they--"

"Shhhhhhhh," Suhoru hurriedly stopped her from venting her emotions. "There are differences between beliefs. We all believe in the 'gods' of the Endless Abyss. According to the order of the Orthodox Church, the followers of the Fungus Demon Queen are punished less severely than us. We are a little weaker than the priests of Baphomet... and if all of us are added together, I'm afraid our crimes won't be greater than theirs."

"After all, they are members of 'that' organization!"

"What's this, what's that?" The female cultist snorted, seemingly giving up resistance, but still muttered in a low voice with a gloomy expression, "The Gray Ruins Dragon Society, that's the name, right? How can this be a taboo?"

"I really don't understand why a group of guys who worship evil demons and twisted flesh and blood would give themselves such a scary name as 'Dragon Society' - are there dragons in the abyss? Shouldn't we go to Avernus to find Tiamat to find dragons?"

"That's the Cult of the Dragon, ma'am..." Suholu just opened his mouth, but he felt as if he was hit head-on by an eight-force gale. Half of his body instantly lost consciousness and flew backwards, falling into a pool of mud. There seemed to be something hard hidden underneath, which pierced his back and caused a sharp pain. However, this was nothing compared to what he saw. Suholu struggled to get up and rushed to the side where he had just stood: "No! Lord Envoy! Don't! She didn't mean it--"

"Stop, or she will die."

The bald man with a black dragon tattoo on his head now appeared beside the female cultist, as if he had always been standing there. He raised one arm, and at the end of the muscles that were not like those of a normal person, his vise-like hand penetrated the black mist outside the robe and tightly grasped the female cultist's throat. As long as he exerted a little force, the other party would immediately have the right to choose between the two, just like her former leader:
Either keep the head, or keep the rest of the head.

“Sir, sir, please don’t,” Suholu fell again, but fortunately he stopped. He got up awkwardly, his hands spread out in blood and mud, not knowing what to do or say. “Sir Envoy, Larissa… Larissa is most familiar with Ge Lan’s marking habits. Without her, it will be difficult for us to continue on the road ahead!”

"Really?" Another female member of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society cast a sinister look at Suhoru, "But I remember you just said that you and that Ge Lan are 'lifelong friends'?"

They just heard it! Word for word!
Suholu's face turned a little pale. He smiled awkwardly, but the expression on his face was uglier than crying: "Yes, that's right... But you think, he and I are friends on the surface. We can meet normally without any signs, so, so I don't know these habits of his so well..."

"So, you are useless."

The other party's conclusion made Suholu's brain buzz, but the severe pain from behind pulled him back to this cruel reality. Looking at the woman walking towards him step by step, Suholu's mind flashed back to the revolving lantern of his life. However, it seemed as if fate was teasing him. When he had started to flash back for the second time, the woman! She had not even come to him yet!
For a moment, some evil thoughts flashed through Suholu's mind. The next moment, when the woman appeared in front of him, Suholu moved!
"Sir! Ah!" The cultist screamed, but the imagined desperate fight did not happen. He just pulled out the unknown weapon from behind his back with his backhand. Without bothering to observe what it was, he just pounced forward and put the thing in front of the woman.

"Sir, we have found clues. We beg the two envoys to have mercy and spare our lives..."

Before Suholu could finish his words, he fainted. The bald woman easily pulled out the weapon from his hand, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and then revealed a chilling smile.

"Very well, put her down."

Another messenger threw the female believer in his hand to the ground.

"For your meritorious service, the death penalty can be exempted. But the crime of living cannot be forgiven - since you love to gossip so much, I will pluck out your tongue as a minor punishment." (End of this chapter)