Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 242 Under the Gray Mist
"Ron, Ron!"

As Victoria guided the power of resurrection to flow around Ron's body, Ron's burnt body was repairing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the guidance of the magic, he slowly floated up, with golden light flowing all around him.

"Resurrection?" Kaojia tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the succubus who had also slowed down her attack. "It looks like my heart has also benefited a lot, huh?"

"Even an ugly creature like you can feel the specialness of this mortal... But what is the difference?"

Of course, there was no way Salisha could answer Khaoga's question. This war-crazy succubus only slowed down for a moment, and soon rushed towards the succubus in front of him again like lightning. The latter inevitably gave up thinking temporarily and focused on dealing with the enemy in front of him.

But compared to the sharpness of these two, Brogmir, who was fighting hard with Sera, did not have such a gap of time. After seeing Ron being killed by his sneak attack, the barbarian almost overdrew his vitality in exchange for the most powerful power. And when Ron was resurrected by Victoria, her spells that should have disappeared long ago were like a dead tree coming back to life, and they became active again!
Brogmir thought this was all crazy! How could a weak mortal ant fight with him for so long? How dare she fight with him for so long!

"Well!" A cunning and vicious smile appeared on the huge bull's head again, "Let's see how many spells your priests have that can revive him!"

"You don't seem to want him to die? I must make him die first - Flame Strike!"

"Do not--"

When the terrifying flames fell from the sky again, almost everyone fell into despair. Sylvia almost immediately cut off part of the support for Sera and instead built a protective energy barrier, trying to cover Ron's body to avoid the impending fatal blow.

But the casters all understood that this was futile: as a means of attack in divine magic, Flame Strike was not just about fire, the blasphemous energy contained in it would also send Ron back to the embrace of death. As for this part of the attack, Sylvia was simply helpless.

However, just as the suffocating attack was about to arrive, Ron's eyes suddenly opened!

He stood up, and Brogmir saw clearly: the mortal's eye sockets seemed to have lost their eyeballs, and only a faint gray mist escaped from his head. When he raised his right hand, the demon's proud flame attack was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing instantly in the entire plane!

"Boss, you're alive!" The goblin hunter who could only do trivial harassment work on the side was overjoyed. However, the next second, when he saw Ron's face when he turned his head, he was so scared that his soul almost flew away, "Boss, what's wrong with your eyes?!"

Ron did not answer. He was in a very strange state at the moment, as if he was sleepwalking. He turned halfway around and stretched out his other hand towards Driver:

"Bow and arrow, bring them here." "Uh, what?" Driver was a little confused. As the person who had known Ron the longest, he swore that he had never seen Ron use a bow and arrow!

"Give it to him," You's figure was erratic. As an undead creature, she didn't know why she had a natural fear of Ron, as if she had seen her natural enemy. "He looks... not right now."

The goblin hunter didn't know what was going on, but he still chose to believe Ron in the present - even though the gray mist flowing from his eyes was about to envelop him completely.

"Oh, I like ordinary people who show off their abilities the most." Brogmir watched Ron take the bow and arrow, and casually swept out with an axe, knocking Sera, who had lost the arcane support, to the ground and vomiting blood. "They always shout about 'friendship' and 'bond' and rush forward to die."

"They always get what they want and are trampled under my feet, and I get to taste the ultimate despair and the wailing from the depths of their souls. So... come on! Let me crush every bone of yours, little wizard!"

Facing the demon's provocation, Ron's face seemed to have lost the ability to change expression. A thin gray mist condensed on his face into a pure mask. He drew his bow and arrow, and his back slightly arched as the bowstring was tightened. Something seemed to be breaking out of his blood, giving him an almost innate sensitivity and proficiency in bows and arrows.

But this is just the beginning.

As Ron raised the arrow and aimed at the demon in front of him, arcane energy gushed out of his body and snaked up his arm. A stream of icy air followed his fingers and wrapped around the arrow without any spells or casting actions!
"Is this... a freeze ray?!"

The vampire mage looked in horror at how Ron infused the arrow with arcane magic without any extra movements. Her expression at the moment was as if she had seen a ghost: "Benefactor, when did you learn this technique?!"

Ron did not answer. As his arrow carrying arcane magic flew out, he quickly turned into a shadow. Driven by the accelerated flow of time around him, he rushed towards Brogmir, who was stunned and felt like he was facing a great enemy.

At this moment, Ron's figure was hazy, and mirror images appeared around him. The pages of the Weaving Preface kept turning near him, and spells one after another enveloped Ron - those spells that were released before he was hit by the Flame Strike seemed not to be released by him!
"You are bluffing!" Facing the opponent who had become strange, Brogmir used all his strength. The divine spells bestowed by Bafomir emerged along with the chanting of the devil. These spells not only worked on itself, but Ron was also the target of its spells.

"Caught you!"

A gleam of light flashed in Brogmir's eyes, and Ron's true position was locked by it. The huge axe in his hand chopped him in half with a gust of wind. Not to mention that Ron was not careful in dealing with it, even if he reacted a little slower, he would have to return to the world called "Death Realm" again!

"Be careful of its changes of moves!" Regardless of her own injuries, Sera, who had just been helped up by Victoria, struggled to shake off the priest. She was willing to loudly remind Ron, who had almost no close combat experience, even at the risk of her wound bursting. What made the barbarian despair was that Ron seemed to turn a deaf ear to her warning and continued to charge straight towards the demon's axe blade!
As Brogmir's giant axe swept past, the sound of bubbles bursting was heard in the air, and Ron's mirror image was destroyed, and he himself disappeared from the spot in an instant. When his figure appeared again, he was already in the blind spot behind the demon's head!
(End of this chapter)