Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 241 For Whom the Bell Tolls
The world is often deceived by the giant bull demon's rough appearance, huge size and savage lower cousins, thinking that they are all brute men with amazing brute strength.

This is not to be underestimated. After all, these followers of Bafomet do possess unparalleled supernatural powers; but to complement this, the intelligence of these demons is also extraordinary!
Because Baphrodite, the king of horned demons, is a terrifying hunter who is both ferocious and brutal as well as cunning and ruthless!
Brogmir undoubtedly inherited the spirit of his master. When he appeared with brute force to destroy the maze, no one doubted that he was also a powerful priest!

The blazing flames carrying the blasphemous energy of the abyss fell from above the Underdark without any warning and hit Ron's forehead accurately. The horrifying flames devoured him instantly!
"Ron!" "Benefactor!" "Lord!"

No one could detect the deliberate sneak attack of such a powerful demon. When they reacted, there was only a charred corpse left where Ron had been standing.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Sera's eyes were filled with tears of blood at this moment, with sadness and anger rising. Her offensive was once again elevated to a whole new level at this moment. The Grip of Canglan glowed with blue and red light. In the raging attack, Brogmir no longer had any chance to free his hands.

The demon was extremely shocked at this moment. He couldn't believe that this mortal, who he had been able to deal with easily just now, actually needed to be fully alert to fight at this moment - how could she become so strong? !

"Ron!" Ivy was almost going crazy, she threw herself on Ron's charred body and cried. It's not like she had never experienced life and death before. As an adventurer, it was common for a half-elf warrior to lose his companions in battle. Even she herself was prepared to be exposed in the wilderness at any time for various reasons.

But...but! Ron is different, he is definitely different! How could he die like this?! And there was no sign of death! Just because of a spell cast by that devil?!

"Ivy, you..." Sylvia squatted down and tried to comfort the half-elf. However, as soon as the wizard's hand touched Ivy, she immediately threw it aside.

"Sylvia!" Ivy raised her head and glared at the vampire with tears on her face, "You cold-blooded creature! Does Ron owe you anything?! You won't even shed a tear for him?!"

"No, my benefactor saved my life, but..." Sylvia was pushed to the ground by Ivy, but she was not angry. She just hesitated and pointed at Sera who was still fighting with Brogmir.

"Ivy, you have to know that when the caster dies or even suffers fatal injuries, most of the spells will be interrupted. But look at Sera..."

"It wasn't me who performed the giant transformation technique for her!"

"My god didn't give me this kind of magic." Seeing Ivy and Sylvia looking over, Victoria wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Due to the influence of the guardian chain, when Sera was hurt, it would also be reflected on her.

"Then..." Ivy stared at the body in her arms in shock, "Ron, he's not dead yet?"

"He's probably dead," Victoria shrugged. "You can use resurrection magic on him, but my suggestion is to wait a little. One minute?"

At this time, Ron had no idea that his companions decided to let him "die for a while". He just felt a blackout after the instant of high temperature, and when he regained consciousness, he seemed to be sinking, as if drowning.

Is this... what this world looks like after death?

Ron tried to open his mouth, but no sound came out; he tried to swim, but he couldn't control his body. And when he finally figured out his environment, the scene changed in an instant, causing him to lose all consciousness again.

In this place, Ron could not feel the passage of time or the changes in space. He only knew that the surrounding scenery kept changing, and the physical and mental torture never stopped. He seemed to have experienced all possible causes of death in extreme ways!
"I now understand why they say that people who have died once don't want to die again." Unconsciously, Ron realized that he seemed to have regained the ability to speak. He was now standing on a gray wasteland. Not far away, there seemed to be a pair of green eyes, staring at him, the uninvited guest.

"Was he killed by a wolf this time?" Ron slowly stood up and sighed helplessly, "Victoria, Victoria, you'd better pull me back quickly..." "The resurrection spell is limited to one minute."

Ron took the initiative to walk towards the wolf. After all, there would be another time after this one, so he didn't care if it was one more or one less time. On the contrary, he was able to move freely now, which was a bit strange.

Can he cast spells now?

Ron raised his hand and tried to cast a light spell to illuminate the gray field around him, but failed. At this moment, the wolf also moved, but...

It stood up its upper body and held a pair of sickles?

"This is the 'Death Realm', a transit point for all the dead souls in Surriz," the strange wolf began to speak in the common language. "Here you will experience all the ways of death and meet all the possible gods of death until your soul finds its rightful destination."

While it was speaking, the wolf's appearance changed countless times again. Ron not only saw the traditional appearance of a wolf wearing a cloak and holding a scythe, but he even saw some images of a wolf wearing wide robes and wide sleeves!

How can this be?

"It seems you have been exposed to many cultures." The other party's appearance was finally determined to be half goat and half human. "This looks like the goat man in the Fey Wilds? Interesting, but who would think they can serve as the 'God of Death'?"

"Who are you?" Ron took two steps back in shock. This being seemed to be just imitating all the images of the Grim Reaper in his memory, but he knew clearly where they came from!
"Manager of the 'Death Realm', is this introduction enough?" The goat man approached Ron, not giving him a chance to dodge. "In theory, I should be neutral and treat every soul impartially, but in fact this is not easy to achieve. What do you think?"

"'No man is an island, no man is perfect in himself,'" Ron thought for a moment and replied, "If you're not some kind of machine, it's hard to be absolutely neutral."

"That's right, not to mention that other gods always try to influence me," the other party nodded in agreement, "It seems that we have a lot in common. Then answer me again: since no one can be perfect on their own, how can an existence like me maintain balance?"

“It’s very simple. You don’t need to be absolutely balanced, but you just need to maintain balance dynamically.”

"Dynamic, that makes sense," the satyr nodded. He suddenly stood on his hooves, stretched out his hairy fingers that looked like those of humans, and tapped Ron's chest. "In that case, you should also become part of the 'dynamic balance', right?"

Suddenly, a door filled with light opened behind Ron. Countless arms stretched out from behind the door and began to pull at his sleeves and arms, pulling him back continuously, trying to drag him into the door.

"Don't struggle, kid." The satyr's face showed no emotion, he just watched Ron gradually leave, "Your companions are calling you home."

Ron subconsciously looked down at his chest, only to find that there seemed to be only a gray fingerprint mark on the skin there: "Don't worry about it, it's just some souls that you happen to collect for me."

The goat man waved gently at Ron and watched him disappear behind the light gate, muttering to himself: "So, don't ask for whom the bell tolls, it needs you to toll it for me."

(End of this chapter)