Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 160 Saran Lane
"You, she, you guys—" Ivy was so shocked that she couldn't speak, "How did you do that?!"

"Sylvia! Did you drink Victoria's blood?" Sera pointed at the white hair on Victoria's head and shouted, "Look what you have done! You made Victoria old!"

“Sera!” Victoria sighed, holding the still weak Sylvia’s arm and standing up. “Don’t talk nonsense, this has nothing to do with Sylvia!”

"Uh, no, it might be related, but it's not because of blood-sucking!"

Victoria stretched out her other hand and held the holy emblem of Heim in her palm, but for some reason, the light on it seemed to have become deeper.

"Is this patina?" Ron's nonsense immediately drew the collective eye rolls of several people - the priest's holy emblem is like a wizard's spell book. Who has ever seen a wizard flip the pages of his spell book? That is a magic weapon for casting spells!

"Maybe the gods responded to me," Victoria said with some confusion, and smiled with some relief. A layer of gray-green halo appeared on her palm holding the holy emblem. It was the negative energy that she had just learned to guide.

"This, this is impossible?" Ron was stunned. "Victoria, you didn't pray to some evil god?!"

Heim, what kind of god is that? He is the Watcher, the Lord of Always Watchful, the Vigilant! As the god of vigilance and protection, he is the embodiment of the guardian, the watcher, and the guard. Only those whose duty is to be vigilant against enemies and dangers will worship him.

What is a dhampir? It's half vampire, half undead, which means half demon! A priest of Helm tried to treat a half demon, would her god approve it?

"The only god I believe in is Heim," Victoria said solemnly, "and when I believed that Sylvia was my companion, friend, and comrade-in-arms, and not a dhampir, Heim responded to me naturally."

"My duty is to protect my companions and be vigilant against external dangers, not the other way around - what I have received proves this, and it is correct."

Anyway, it was a good thing that Victoria had gained extra abilities, and Sylvia's racial problem was also solved. But now, how were they going to leave here?
Or, where is this place?

"It's at the bottom of the cave," Driver probed around. No one here knew more about the underground environment than him. The goblin pointed to the stone layer above, "Sera, I need you to help lift me up so that I can better find the relatively weak position."

The goblin was just a small man, and Sera picked it up with one hand and held it high above his head. Driver explored around and finally found a location and inserted a crossbow arrow.

"Right here, break it!" Driver jumped down and quickly reminded, "Others, pay attention, this is--"

"Wow—"

When Sera gathered all his strength and struck the stone layer with his sword, the fragile rock was instantly broken by the pressure from above, and a large amount of foul-smelling liquid poured down, even the shadow spirit who was still in a daze inside was drenched.

"You should have said it earlier!" Sera wiped her face angrily, "What's that smell? The smell of a rotting corpse?!"

Even she could not stand this sudden pungent-smelling liquid.

"The body and soul are all rotting..." The shadow spirit, whose calves were submerged in water, stood up. She walked to the front of the crack, raised her head and pointed at the figures hanging above: "Is that the person you are looking for? They are all there."

"The soul of the short man outside can still be saved, but the warlock with flames all over his body..."

"Crack!"

A head rolled to the edge of the cave, and what appeared was Devin Booker, who was covered in scars and smelled like grilled fish.

"You guys actually survived? Very good!" The murloc paladin was startled when he looked down, then he extended a friendly arm in surprise, "Come up quickly! I have already wiped out all the elemental creatures here, but the evil has not diminished in the slightest."

"You should be upright people. Why don't you follow me, close the elemental plane, and drive all those evil elements out of here?"

"You should not only worry about the elements, there are other black hands behind them," Ron was pulled up from the cave by Devin Booker. He pointed at Wilson and others above with a wry smile, as well as the furnace that had stopped working but was still intact. "Do you see these? If you don't find out the mastermind behind all this, your mission will never end!"

Devin Booker, who had just experienced a bloody battle, had no energy to pay attention to these things. It was not until Ron reminded him that he reacted and began to look around the surrounding environment.

"This is... the technique of the shamans," Devin Booker pointed his trident at the furnace, on which there were six elf skulls arranged in the shape of a hexagram. There were still wisps of purple-green smoke in the holes of these skulls that had not completely dissipated. "I just don't know who on land is responsible for this? There is no such evil ritual in the sea!"

"Of course, it's me?"

Before the paladin finished speaking, a voice that Ron had heard so many times before rang out from the deepest part of the dark cave, followed by a classic and evil slow applause.

However, the volume seemed different from what Ron had imagined - it was a bit too loud!

“Mindatis!” Sera clenched the Canglan Grip with both hands, nervously looking at the more than one hundred figures slowly walking out of the darkness, “How could there be so many Mindatis?!”

"Mindatis is nothing more than a clown, a jester, a code name," all the "Mindatis" spoke at the same time, shaking the dust above the cave. "I had planned to use him to play with you until you finally revealed the answer in despair, but you really don't know the art of waiting."

"You killed him, and I 'resurrected' him, but my plans were disrupted time and again by you."

These "Mindatis" seemed to have regained their arrogance as before when Ron tried to kill them for the first time. The Mindatis who turned around and ran away when he saw the situation was not good seemed to be just an illusion. Their steps were steady and powerful, and they surrounded Ron and others layer by layer. They were sure of victory and unstoppable. If Ron had not accidentally discovered his plan in advance, after some time, these "things" would rush to the earth, and the land and even the surrounding areas would undoubtedly be shrouded in the shadow of the Hailan Empire again!
"Oh, right," the "Mindatis" suddenly stopped in their tracks. They spoke in unison, their expressions were natural, their language and movements were fluent, completely different from the impostors Ron and his friends had encountered before, "Before I kill you, shouldn't I introduce myself to you?"

"I am the last noble of the Hailan Empire! The direct descendant of the royal family! The offspring of the great Ryan family and the von Richthofen family! I am Baron Green Swamp, Saran Ryan!"

"You foolish ants who came from the north and have never heard of my name! I allow you to tremble, kneel, and wail! If you can please me in the last moments of your lives, I will grant you the most generous gift - eternal death!"

(End of this chapter)