Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 199: Undestroyable
"Counterspell!"

Yelena's chanting carried a special magic, and the Death Knight's dispel magic cast on the protective array was instantly neutralized. Then the siege from Sera, Ivy and Victoria completely disrupted his rhythm, forcing him to pick up the greatsword to fight again, and he had no chance to cast spells again in a hurry.

"This thing can perform this kind of spell?!" Ron was shocked.

"He was a holy warrior when he was alive, of course he has the ability to cast spells!" Yelena said hatefully, "Luckily he may have just woken up from a deep sleep and his mind is not clear, otherwise we would be in trouble!"

"It's not too late for him to wake up now!" Sylvia's voice came from the dark magic. The spells in the vampire's staff were almost all used, but the effect was minimal. "Be careful, he's coming towards us!"

Perhaps he was a little upset by the harassment, or perhaps he finally realized that it would be difficult to completely defeat the others without defeating a few spellcasters. After forcing Sera back with a few swords, the Death Knight strode towards Ron and others!

"Mirror Image Technique!"

Ron had just time to cast a spell when the whistling giant sword came crashing down on him with a whistling wind, and the two mirror images turned into debris all over the sky as soon as they appeared.

"Float!" Ron's body flew up, and he narrowly hid in the air before the deadly sword blade was aimed at his real body. However, the Death Knight had no intention of stopping and rushed straight towards the Shadow Spirit.

His target is everyone present, and the order doesn't matter at all!
"Force field wall!"

"Bang!" The body covered with plate armor slammed into an invisible force field wall before hitting Yelena. The Death Knight tried to change direction but to no avail, and was still bounced back to the center of the force field.

This invisible wall, which did not seem to be very thick, was surprisingly solid. It formed a sphere with a radius of three meters, which wrapped and imprisoned the Death Knight before he could react. No matter how hard this huge iron can struggled, it was unable to struggle out of it.

"Massarino!" Ron landed beside the approaching planeswalker. "You still have some energy left?"

"You should have taken action earlier!" Shadow Spirit's already pale face was now completely bloodless, "Isn't there a single reliable planeswalker among you?!"

"First you said that you had cleared out all the powerful undead creatures here, and then you said that you have no magic anymore - you still have the truth in your mouth?!"

"I didn't expect that this Death Knight would suddenly wake up from his slumber..." The old man grabbed his hair awkwardly, "This is my negligence, my negligence."

He then gave a bitter smile: "As for the spell...Miss, have you seen my naked and aging body?"

At this moment, the Planeswalker looked even more miserable than the people who had just returned from the gates of hell: his already tattered robe was torn into rags and folded in his hands. He was naked except for a pair of shorts, and his naked body was shivering in the wind in this open space where negative energy was rampant.

But Mazarino was not as miserable as he said: although the old man's muscles were a little loose, it was still possible to see the extent to which he exercised his body. Even at this age, he still maintained a good figure.

"When this old guy was young, he was definitely on par with the shaman in my tribe," Sera, who had returned to his original size, looked at the planeswalker and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She had been trying her best to suppress her injuries during the battle just now. Now that the crisis was temporarily resolved, she relaxed and her strength came back.

"You'd better stop talking," Victoria helped Sera sit down, "You take a rest first, I'll heal you after I finish treating Constance." "Go ahead, I'm fine, cough," Sera was listless and exhausted as she sat cross-legged in front of the force field wall that imprisoned the Death Knight, "You have to look at Ivy, our good girl has a tin can to cover her shame, but her injuries are definitely more serious than mine."

"It's not that serious. I'm fine." As Ivy pulled out the cloth strips and ropes tied to her wrists and handles, the tower shield in her hand fell to the ground with a "clang". "It's just a broken knuckle. It's no big deal."

"I'm a priest, not your boyfriend." Victoria rolled her eyes at her and took off her armor without saying a word. Sure enough, her forearm was twisted into five pieces unnaturally. No wonder she needed to tie the shield to her hand - probably because she couldn't hold the shield after being knocked away.

"You go take care of Constance first," Ron took out some medical supplies from his backpack, "I'll take care of Ivy briefly."

"It hurts, it hurts--" When Ron started, Ivy screamed in pain, "Ron, please be gentle, I can't take it anymore--"

"Can't you just use the healing potion?!"

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Ron and Victoria said in unison, "Alchemical potions are not a panacea, especially in your situation. Even if you use healing magic, you have to straighten the bones first."

"Unless you want to become like those demons and undead creatures covered in growths."

The priest's magic can more or less control the direction of treatment, but the potion doesn't care what the injured person originally looked like, as long as he is "cured".

"Old man, can't you just kill it cleanly?" Sylvia called Glenn and the other man over, and brought a thick blanket for Marsalino to cover. "Although the level of your spell is not low, you can't trap it like this for the rest of its life, right?"

"One hour? Two hours?"

"Ten minutes," Masarino sighed. "The force field wall is a fifth-level spell. Don't expect too much."

"And don't you know? A Death Knight cannot be destroyed by conventional means. Unless his sins are atonement or he is redeemed, no matter how many times he is killed, he will reappear after being destroyed."

"What should we do then?!" Sylvia was shocked. "You're not saying that we have to fight him again after we heal our wounds?!"

"Well, actually I was going to say that you should retreat as soon as you can," Marsalino sighed, "Even I can't destroy him under normal circumstances, let alone now."

"Old man, I'm afraid we can only ask you to think of a solution again," Ron stood up. "We don't ask to destroy it now, as long as we can trap it long enough."

"Our main purpose here is to take away some of the corpse fragments, uh, fragments. The other undead creatures don't seem to have any intention of surrounding us. As long as you can delay them for a while, I think it will be enough."

"This..." Mazarino gritted his teeth, "Alright! It's my fault that the situation has become like this. You saved my life, so I should give a little more out of both emotion and reason."

"Well, we still have five minutes left. Help me find my staff so that I can perform my original Mathematical Recall twice more and buy you twenty minutes!"

(End of this chapter)