Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

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

Because this power was not directed 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 vent your anger in vain... Then the power of our Lord will clear all the 'remnants of the past' here, and His devout believers will return to His arms, back to His kingdom of God..."

"You don't seem worried at all," Ron said suddenly, looking at the half-dead man who could make the gray fog respond to his call. "Your master has been hiding for the past ten centuries, or even longer. If he does this now, won't he be exposed?"

"Tsk," Martha said disdainfully, "You simply cannot comprehend the power of our Lord. It is just a matter of 'cleaning up the scum'. How is it possible..."

"No, that's not it," Ron interrupted her. "I have no doubt that the dragon lich has the ability to slaughter all the survivors here without exposing its own position. My question is: will He let you 'return to His arms'? The risk is probably not small."

The gray fog of the Ender was summoned in front of him. This believer might not be able to feel it, but the lich behind him should be able to sense it.

"And you mentioned the Kingdom of God—doesn't it want all kingdoms to be destroyed? Doesn't its own kingdom count? Doesn't that mean—"

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

"Understood," Ron nodded in understanding. "That is to say, only feudal kingdoms will be under its authority in the future, so regimes with other ideologies will not be destroyed by it? Primitive tribes, chiefdoms, or you can listen to me talk about other types, you should be able to identify which ones are..."

Ron was asking these questions sincerely. If the lich's intended position was just "the feudal kingdom's god of destruction", then he should have many ways to let the residents of the current delusion land circumvent this rule - he might not be able to accomplish the best like the "mentors", but it was always possible to settle for the second best - such as giant enterprises or something like that. Anyway, as long as they were not on the opponent's chopping block, it would be fine.

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

There was no guidance, no kingdom of God, it was completely expected. As for what the dead would think... the dead probably wouldn't have any more faith collapse.

But Ron still let Gray Mist take away the few remaining victims: "What a pity, it looks like she is seriously injured."

"I think she might have been pissed off to death by you, Ron." Driver appeared out of nowhere. He hid himself so well that even his companions couldn't grasp his exact whereabouts.

"I think we can put aside how he died," Sylvia controlled the black mist and wrapped up the corpse that was about to disintegrate in an instant. "What should we do now? I can feel something coming out of it!"

"Can we evacuate the villagers first?" Ivy looked at the Filthworm that had become extremely weak after the battle. "We should be able to accept them. In Green Swamp Town, they can..."

"No, it's useless. They are the remnants of Falama," the Filthy Demon looked at the villagers who gathered around him with some sadness. The demons did not survive the massacre just now, and those who are alive now are ordinary mortals who were unable to participate in the fight before. "I couldn't see it before, but when the power of that 'god' was revealed, I saw the mark on their bodies - the time of appearance should be the same as the time when the Kingdom of Falama was destroyed." "Maybe what this cultist said is right. All kingdoms will collapse, at least all kingdoms targeted by that existence will do so. Even their remnants will not survive."

"Similarly, there is no such thing as fate. This is a conspiracy and a plan, which was planned long ago. The little I can do is just to delay the result a little bit..."

"I'm very sorry," Suhoru of the Grazite Cult whispered an apology, "If it weren't for us, they might not have found this place."

"No, this is not your fault," the Filthworm looked at the mortal with a broken leg sadly, "It's just a matter of time. They are all mortals, and the last batch of mortals. When the youngest child dies of old age, this remnant will eventually disappear. Sooner or later makes no difference - or a little bit."

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

Her power to distort cognition should have been ineffective long ago, but these villagers neither quarreled nor made a fuss. They just supported her silently, as if she was still the original "wise man".

"You have been protecting us for a long time," a villager who seemed to be engaged in logging shook his head, trying hard to suppress his sadness. "You and the 'others' have taken care of us for several generations. We all knew that you would leave sooner or later, but we didn't expect... this way."

And this form.

But it didn't matter, the wise woman was a wise woman, if she really had any ill intentions towards the village, they wouldn't even show up. To the villagers, the wise woman who lived with them day and night just used a transformation spell on them 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 fight it?"

In the eyes of these villagers, the Filthworm is almost omnipotent. There have been witches, "demons", gargoyles and orcs in the village, but none of them can destroy the village.

“Yes, I, I’m sorry,” the Filthy Devil shook his head, “But that being shouldn’t be a true god, so…”

"Do you have a solution?!" a villager immediately asked in surprise.

"Yes," the Filthy Worm Demon seemed to have made a great determination. She looked at the mortals around her, "But this is not a 'counterattack', but a 'revenge', a revenge that can prevent the other party from getting what they want. Even so, it requires the sacrifice of everyone to achieve it. I..."

"Then come on," a villager immediately interrupted the wise man's "but", "There is no but, wise man, our homeland has been destroyed. After the kingdom of our ancestors, we have nothing left, and even complete extinction has become inevitable."

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