Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 235 Giant Bull Demon

"I guess this is to reduce the extra wear and tear caused by time and frequency of use," Ron walked over and carefully stood on the edge of the teleportation array, examining the lines on it. "If it was like the voice-controlled teleportation array over there, the magic power here would have been exhausted long ago."

"This seemingly crude device actually reflects the importance of this place - it can facilitate traveling back and forth between the two sides of the teleportation array, and maintain your seal without having to worry too much about the loss of the teleportation array."

"You know something about enchantment?" The Queen looked at Ron in surprise. "Interesting. Maybe you should be a scholar instead of a lord. The complexity of enchantment is almost comparable to ruling."

"I don't think the latter is qualified to be put together with the former," Ron shrugged. "Some knowledge is learned once it is learned, and some 'knowledge', even if you are exposed to everything, still cannot avoid the end of handing over your territory to others."

"Are you mocking me?"

"I'm just stating the facts," Ron asked everyone to gather around him, and at the same time reached out and grabbed Queen Falama's head in his hand, "You're like a ball now, what else do you have to say?"

"Do you think I want to give the kingdom to purgatory or the abyss?" The head protested in Ron's hand, "I'm just the last old horse pulling a broken cart, I-"

A huge buzzing sound pierced everyone's eardrums and drowned out the head's subsequent words. When everyone came to their senses, the surrounding scenery had changed: they had appeared in the underground world.

"Underdark," Seymour slowly drew out his dagger and looked vigilantly at the darkness and fluorescence around him. "Fungi, spores, I will never forget the smell of this place."

"Is this your hometown?" Sera, like most other people, looked at the bizarre scene around her curiously. "It's really strange. Even though it's underground, it's not dark at all?"

"A large number of plants and animals that can emit fluorescence on their own live in this underground world," Seymour said softly. "As many people know, this is an underground kingdom with a huge network of cave tunnels, caves, and underground water veins that stretch for miles. It is home to many creatures and communities."

"In the beginning, people thought this place was unique to our plane, but later they discovered that many planes had similar or identical structures. Although the power of Spider Queen Rose was not enough to compete with many righteous gods, it could still radiate to countless different worlds."

"This is also one of the planes He has set foot on, and we, the drow, are His followers. I am unwilling to spend my life in the dark underground, so I took great pains to come to the surface."

"But now it seems that maybe I still can't completely get rid of this place."

Seymour held onto the walls around him. "As for your 'homeland'? Just like even though they are both on the ground, Delusionland and Carolina are completely different places. My hometown is also different from here: it seems that those demons and their followers built a huge maze here, separating the nearby space from the rest of the Underdark."

"Even so, you are one of the people among us who is most familiar with this place," Ron patted Zhuoer on the shoulder, "Whether we can find Quest and the others here safely depends on you."

"I'll do my best." Seymour was obviously pleased with the words, and he gestured to everyone to follow his pace. Seymour himself groped forward while leaving a lot of different marks around him.

"Although there are few man-made mazes of this scale underground, there are many naturally formed complex terrains." Here, Seymour almost replaced Driver's function, and the goblin hunter could only help. "For this, we have quite a few strategies to prevent various accidents from happening - look here."

Seymour stopped and pointed to a mark painted with bright paint at the corner ahead: "Mr. Sebach, is this the mark you left behind?"

"I... don't remember such a one," Seebach scratched his head, "but I know this color! It's unique to our painter Jack!"

"Unique?" Ron repeated the carpenter's words. "Don't you know?" Constance said, "A good painter usually mixes his own paints. They have their own unique proportions that fit their own unique style, which is extremely difficult for others to imitate."

"That's right!" Saibach nodded. "Because I'm a carpenter, I often ask him to paint my finished products, so I'm very familiar with his paints."

"It seems that he should have some other hobbies and specialties besides painting. The locations and symbols of the marks he left are quite representative." Seymour didn't care about it. It was normal for a shapeshifter to have multiple identities. Even if this Jack was a locksmith or a cook while painting, he would not be too surprised.

"But logically, this should have been done by Quest," Saibach hesitated, but still said, "He is the leader, and he has been a spy for many years. He should have been the one who made all the marks along the way to avoid confusion."

"But this Jack has taken over his duties," Seymour frowned, "I'm afraid Brother Quest has suffered a lot - let's follow the paint marks first and don't fall behind!"

The maze built by the devil is much more dangerous than the haunted house. Splitting up the troops is a sure way to death. Therefore, except for You who occasionally falls behind because he can freely pass through walls, everyone else is on high alert to prevent falling behind.

Along the way, the bright pigments gradually became dirty, and blood began to mix with the bright colors. When everyone saw the mark left by the painter for the last time, the palm-sized mark had turned into a blurred bloody handprint.

An ominous premonition hung over everyone's heart.

"Did you hear any sound?" Andre tightened his shield, his teeth chattering. "It sounds like chewing. Something is chewing bones!"

"It's nearby," the black dragon Exuri shook the scales on his body, "You, go and take a look first!"

"I've seen it," the banshee's translucent body passed through the wall, her face paler than white paper, "you'd better see it with your own eyes... I have never seen such an evil creature!"

Everyone walked lightly and turned the corner carefully. In a dead end, there were three giant creatures as big as hills.

They have human-like torsos, but carry huge bull heads on their shoulders. They are sitting in a circle, swallowing something.

"cha"

The armor on Ivy's body made a small noise, causing the three giant bull demons to stop eating and look over with their red eyes.

"You've been discovered." The head in Ron's hand laughed gleefully.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ron raised his hand and threw it out like a hidden weapon, "Everyone, line up and prepare to fight!"

"Moo--" The roar of fear and anger suddenly resounded throughout the entire maze. The three-headed demon was not even willing to turn over and stand up. They picked up the giant axes beside them and charged towards everyone on all fours!

(End of this chapter)