Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Nosferatu's intellect was once again buried by instinct and desire, and this time, he had no chance of waking up again.

The light illuminated its entire body the moment it uttered the threatening sound. The monster bathed in the light struggled and roared, but it could not escape the ubiquitous damage. As pieces of ash-like debris fell from its body, Nosferatu's body gradually stiffened like a stone statue, maintaining its fear and resistance to the light source, solidified in a funny but terrifying posture.

Sylvia tapped its shoulder with her cane, and a breeze blew up the monster's remains, eventually gathering them into a small box.

"Come in, I will bury you next to your wife and daughter. This position is too humiliating," the dhampir said softly, "but you will not be buried with them. You are far from that standard."

"Boom!"

It was as if the death of Nosferatu triggered some kind of switch. The whole building shook violently as the monster returned to the box. A large number of auxiliary decorations around it, along with the corpses on the ground, turned into pieces of dust in the vibration. The temperature in the air plummeted, and the mist far away from the crowd condensed into frost and snowflakes that floated down.

Further up, closer to the roof, fist-sized hailstones and icicles as big as daggers and long swords fell like raindrops, and bricks, stones and tiles were also among them.

A huge claw inserted into the gap between the roof and the wall, trying to shake the connection between them - which was not difficult!

"The big guy finally can't help but show his head!" Sera shouted loudly, "Ron, Sylvia, Victoria! You guys stay behind and watch me kill this guy!"

"Calm down!" Amid the violent vibrations and thunderous noises, Ron responded to the agitated barbarian with the loudest voice he could. "There will be no more blessing from Grom this time - He didn't even want you to finish the last battle alive!"

"That's none of my business! I didn't expect to survive the last battle! It looks like this is my fateful battle!"

"Can you please stop thinking about your glory!" Driver jumped up and down, dodging the falling objects nearby while shouting, "No matter what I say, I won't let you go alone this time!"

"Pointy ears, what on earth is that thing up there?! Is that the dragon lich itself?"

"Yes, no, that's not right." Gillianis narrowed her eyes and opened a force field around her so that she could make a judgment in a relatively safe environment. "The thing that looks like it is the silver dragon! Sera, calm down! Do you want to keep fighting with a defeated enemy?"

"You bunch of ants, there is no need for my Lord to take action!" A rumbling sound echoed in the sky. The corrupted silver dragon was now surrounded by black mist. Her huge head had the characteristics of both a silver dragon and a black dragon, which looked so strange. When she lifted the roof, one after another monsters shaped like Abissa dragon demons fell from the sky, fell on the second floor and surrounded everyone.

"It's enough for us to crush you to death!"

"Go ahead and dream!"

Ivy knocked away the monsters that blocked the way, and with the sound of bones cracking, she led everyone to a position that was easier to defend and counterattack. Victoria held up a thin twilight and blocked most of the spells. When a dragon demon tried to find a gap, a group of runes such as Shadow Follow would immediately turn them into a group of highly infectious orange-yellow crystals, which was Ron's masterpiece.

But this was far from enough - in the distance, Gillianis's crystal showed the siege of Green Swamp Town; above her head, the silver dragon was still unscrupulously releasing arcane and divine spells. The surrounding dragon demons seemed to be endless.

This is their territory, they can get reinforcements, but Ron and others can only be gradually weakened. A Northern curse word spewed out from Sera's mouth. The dragon demons, who were extremely numerous and had a certain degree of thinking ability, finally found a flaw. Their sharp claws hung on the large area of ​​skin exposed to the air of the barbarian, and she was instantly dragged into the darkness. Her companions didn't even have time to save her. When they saw that there was no news from the barbarian who had killed them before, the corrupted silver dragon immediately fell from the sky with a roar, and crushed everyone with a huge size and weight advantage.

"You will become the nourishment of the Kingdom of God! You will become the last batch of sacrifices for our Lord to ascend to God - be grateful!"

"Thank you for the steel door!" Driver's answer was two cloud-exploding arrows that exploded at the silver dragon's neck. "This is our argument!"

"That's the argument!" "Don't correct me on that, Sylvia!"

“Why not correct it?” Sylvia pulled her hand out and gathered the white hair behind her ears. Thick chains formed from blood suddenly penetrated the wall next to her, killing dozens of Abisa dragons like spears on the floor, and more chains twisted into more powerful entities, bombarding the silver dragon's arcane shield continuously.

"This isn't just your territory! It's also where my castle is!"

The silver dragon's eyes, which were closed by darkness, looked through the wall into the distance. Outside the portal that had never been closed and could not be closed, the red color of blood enveloped the entire vampire castle, providing Sylvia inside with an endless supply of power.

Perhaps the Vampire Count's power was once provided by the lich, but just like the relationship between vassals, the power Sylvia inherited from the Vampire Count cannot be deprived by a higher-level existence - this is her territory!

"So... what?" The Silver Dragon snorted coldly, and the pressure like a command enveloped everyone's heart, causing their minds to go blank for a moment. In just this brief period of time, the paralyzing poison gas was sprayed indiscriminately in the cone area of ​​nearly thirty meters in front of the Silver Dragon, and illusory projections of buildings were released from her body and smashed into the people who could hardly move.

Ron was unable to resist the control and attack. Although he could fight like a warrior, he could not replicate the warrior's strong physique. It was as if his fingers were not his own. He only had time to insert them into his pockets, and his whole body was like petrified and could no longer move.

"The Lord of the North Wind must be sad and angry to see his creations using the power He gave him to do evil things..." Physical limitations do not affect his ability to talk nonsense through spiritual power.

"He should be pleased, because I am on the right path." Silver Dragon's voice was as hoarse as ever in the spiritual world. "Is this your last words?"

"Last words?" A layer of hazy gray mist rose behind Ron's pupils. He could no longer feel his body, but he knew that something had begun to play its due role.

"Death is just the beginning, man. Besides... I'm not dead yet."

"Sera!"

The rusty coin fell into the world of the dead, and was exchanged for a stranded soul. The strong female warrior once again took back her body, carrying the Canglan giant sword that was born to resist the powerful, and leaped up from among the paralyzed dragon demons, and jumped towards the surprised silver dragon's head.

"Your mother is back, reptile!" (End of this chapter)