Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 243 Death by Law
"Turn around and face me."

Ron dodged the devil's tricky attack and hovered in mid-air, with gray mist under his feet, like a gray horse.

The arrow in Ron's hand was once again placed on the stretched string, but this time, the arrow emitted a gray-green light that no creature present had ever seen.

"Mortal, you--" Brogmir gasped. His fight with Ron was extremely short, but he seemed to have been fighting for centuries with his tired body.

"What is this?" The eyes under the horns stared at the glow on the tip of Ron's arrow. The demon tried to see through the essence of this arcane magic, but it was in vain.

"It's useless even if you kill me, don't you know that?" Two streams of white mist sprayed out from the demon's nostrils. It looked at Ron coldly, and its heartbeat inexplicably began to accelerate. "Demons will not die easily in the material plane! I will return to the abyss and wait for the next opportunity!"

"The life span of a mortal like you is but a blink of an eye to me. I will come back, we will always come back!" The Bull Demon growled anxiously, "Give us the head of Queen Faramar, and we promise that you can leave safely. We can even guarantee that no demon will try to lay hands on your territory again! You——"

"Your life span is nothing but a flash in the pan to me," Ron interrupted the demon and laughed in a hoarse voice, "Don't say that demons will not die. To me, life is nothing but a short exile, and death is the permanent destination."

He paused, and then his tone turned into a mocking chant: "'Any death wears me out, because I am so concerned about all living things; any death is a part of me passing away, because I am included in the concept of all living things; any death makes me sad, because I am also a part of all living things.'"

"'So, do not ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you! Come my friend, welcome the end of your body and soul, and you will find eternal rest!'"

"Law: Death!"

"what?!"

When that string of words came out of Ron's mouth, the temperature in the entire maze seemed to drop to freezing point - even though the spell was not directed at them.

The succubus and succubus who were killing each other were forced to interrupt their fight. They disappeared from everyone's sight as fast as the wind, fearing that there would be even a one in ten thousand chance that the terrible spell would work on them.

The others who were unable to fly away witnessed what was probably the most bizarre scene they had ever seen in their lives.

Ron shot an arrow with a thin green light, which shot towards the demon's forehead. The arrow flew so slowly that it seemed to fall to the ground at any time. However, facing such a weak attack, the demon, who was unstoppable just now, did not have any intention of dodging or defending. He just watched the arrow with deadly magic penetrate his forehead.

It was as if it had accepted it all and that this was its destined end as a demon.

Dust flew up from Brogmir's body as its breathing became heavier. There was no struggle or roar. It turned into a handful of ashes in full view of everyone and dissipated in the wind along with the gray mist under Ron.

As the gray fog dissipated along with the demon's fragments, Ron seemed to have lost all his strength and fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string. Ivy swooped forward and held Ron in her arms.

"What's wrong with me..." Ron blinked hard. He felt as if there were countless gravel in his eyes. Besides that, his head hurt as if it was going to explode. "What happened? Where's the giant bull demon? Where's Kaojia and the others?"

"You don't know?" Queen Faramar's head flew over, the fire in her eyes staring at Ron who seemed to have just been resurrected, "It was you who killed Brogmir! You turned it into a pile of ashes with the bow and arrow in your hand!"

"How did you bypass the traditional spellcasting process and focus the arcane on your weapon?" Sylvia looked at Ron in confusion, her eyes full of concern. "Didn't your situation just now put any strain on your body?"

"How could this be..." Ron groaned with a bitter smile, "My head and bones are about to explode, but I have no idea what just happened!"

"Victoria, you have to help me figure out what's wrong with me?"

The reason why he asked the pastor for help was because Ron was very sure that he was definitely not sick! This was probably all due to the "Death Realm"!

"Have you ever heard of a place called the Dead Realm? Is it a demiplane or something?"

"Death Realm? That is one of the transit stations for all souls. If there is no intervention from gods, demons, devils, fairies or other beings, all souls in the world of Surrez will go there," Shadow Spirit Yelena interrupted, "You went there, which is normal and in accordance with the laws of operation of this world."

"You are in very good health. In fact, even too healthy," Victoria unbuttoned Ron's shirt to check, then put him back on in confusion. "Even your magic power is extremely abundant - you have used at least three days of spell preparation today, and I am very sure that there are some spells that you cannot master now!"

"Also, if I remember correctly, you never had a gray birthmark on your chest. Did you get this mark after you were resurrected?"

"That should be the case," Ivy provided evidence to Victoria, "Ron has almost no scars or marks on his body. That gray spot must be new - could it be related to the realm of death?"

"I don't know. In fact, I know almost nothing about the god who rules over the realm of the dead," Victoria frowned. "His name is Ernest. In addition to his titles that indicate his functions, such as 'The End of Law', 'Funeral of All Things', 'Lord of the Realm of the Dead', there is also 'Your Excellency the Hundred Faces'."

"Sir Hundred Faces?" The newly promoted paladin pulled his hair. "Excuse me, this sounds a bit strange, doesn't it?"

"Indeed," Victoria did not refute Andre, "This title is said to be given to him when he was walking in an incarnation. This god has very few followers, and the vast majority of believers who left rumors are almost all his incarnations. I think this title also comes from this?"

"Besides that, there are almost no more rumors about him... Oh, by the way, it is said that because the Lord of the Dead Realm has not expressed his position for a long time, many gods are trying to influence him so that the Dead Realm will stand on one side."

"Lawful gods hope that he can formulate complete regulations for souls, while other gods hope that the realm of death can allow souls to choose their own destination more freely; some kind gods think that it is not humane to let the dead experience pain repeatedly, and harsh gods hope that the measures of the realm of death can bring endless torture to the souls."

"Now it seems..." Victoria's eyes fell on Ron's chest, "Is the Ender ready to take the initiative to show his inclination?"

(End of this chapter)