Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"How did you wake up?!"

Martha, who was still struggling under the siege, saw Ron's reawakening as if she had seen some monster - the man even cast a spell before waking up!
That means that the nightmare had no effect on him at all! But how is that possible? !
"The 'Tyrant Theo' that Wright serves is the most arrogant and greedy one among all the eye demons! Because it has never been successfully challenged so far!" The spirit let out a piercing scream that could instantly turn an ordinary person into ashes. "It can even descend into multiple worlds at the same time as an incarnation! You just come from a world where magic is not even revealed! How could you-"

"Your master is so talkative. Other time travelers would like to hide secrets for several lifetimes, but here he is spreading them everywhere like street advertisements," Ron sneered, but did not mind. "Yes, although I don't know it, I admit that the 'fake master' who was deceived by you - of course it is possible that it is happy to do so - is powerful and has given you many benefits and power. I almost couldn't come back just now, just that little bit."

"But if you still have a brain, why don't you think about this question: Is your lord's power yours?"

This question is not worth discussing in other contexts. Basically, all spellcasters have a source of power. The only difference is whether the source is reliable, stable, or can be transferred by will. But Ron said this here not to discuss grand topics such as arcane magic, divine magic, or even religious philosophy with a cultist.

The point he wanted to make was simple: although the source of the power could radiate across several universes, the one casting the spell here was just a cultist, and even the most indescribable tricks he could perform could not exceed his own understanding of the "indescribable".

The dream that could transform a living being into a beholder could not transform a target that it itself could not understand.

Ron cast his eyes towards "Wright", who was still standing on the other side with only two legs left. It seemed that the cultist had released this spell when he was dying. The specific time point... was when Ron used lightning to strike him into the shape of the character "奥" instead of the character "儿".

Perhaps he could be resurrected, either by his companions or his master, but now that the cultist who called herself Martha was not available, and their master did not show up...

The thunder struck the mountains again, wiping out every last trace of the opponent.

Ron withdrew his hand, and a wisp of gray mist appeared at some point and disappeared quietly - Wright was probably dead.

"what have you done!"

Ron was no stranger to doing small jobs for the Lord of the End of Law and occasionally using his power for personal gain, but this scene almost made the cultists lose their minds.

"My Lord preserves the souls of our generation. No one can snatch us from His hands! Witchcraft! What kind of witchcraft did you use?"

A cult member who looks like a human being, accusing others of using witchcraft and then turning the tables on them is...

Ron stopped answering him. The shortbow fell into his hand again, and he fired several rays, shooting them towards Martha. As he woke up again, the morale of his companions reached a peak. The attacks that originally could not hurt the cultist suddenly became fierce and deadly. It was only two or three minutes. As Martha's spiritual state could no longer be maintained, the cultist condensed a new body, sprayed a pool of blood, and fell on the broken ground.

Right in front of the remaining four cultists. The "revealed" member of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society still had a bald head, but the black dragon mark on it had turned into an unrecognizable ink stain, and the robe on her body was tattered, just like her body at the moment. Martha felt that she had about 400 broken bones in her body (she knew that an adult had about 200 broken bones, which was the "experience" she gained through slaughtering), and it seemed that only the head of the whole body could barely move.

Her heart and other organs had long since failed, and now there were only a few blasphemous lumps in her body pretending to function as a whole.

She moved her eyes with great effort, and a frail female face appeared in her field of vision—she remembered the vile “ashes” whose tongue had been pulled out for cursing her behind her back.

“Ah, I knew it…” Martha moved her bloody lips and nose wings, trying to keep herself alive. Even if they had suffered a lot of fatal blows, they would not die so easily. “What’s your name? La…”

"Larissa, remember this name," Suholu, who lost one leg and had the other leg also scarred, said coldly and spat at her, "It will be useful on the way to the dead."

"You have committed many evil deeds, Devil - Lord, can you hand this woman over to us? This is all..."

"Fate's arrangement? Tsk," Martha sneered convulsively, "Only idiots like you talk about fate every day - if you succeed, it's destiny, and if you fail, it's unfair. To me, it's all bullshit."

Larissa's sharp nails cut her skin, but Marda didn't feel any pain at all. She 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 feel that it is not enough, and you believe in Graz'zt to seek excitement! Have you ever opened your eyes and looked outside the manor from those white breasts and buttocks?!"

"More than one-tenth of the people under your jurisdiction have fled 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 devil—"

"Well, it's not your turn to judge whether it's a demon 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, 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 human being." Marda's eye movements gradually became stiff, but her weird smile was still blooming. "But the question you asked is wrong, Lord. Your three questions are actually one."

"Do you think I will repent on my deathbed? Do you think I will have a change of heart and turn from evil to good? Don't be silly."

“But I can tell you one thing.” 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 fall, 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)