Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 319 So Powerful
"Sylvia!" When the pastor spoke, the others instantly recognized their companion, who had a completely different temperament from before, even though they had only been apart for a few days.

At this moment, the vampire mage does not look like a slave who has just regained his freedom. If you ignore the familiar fabric inside the robe, she looks like a young lady from a vampire family!
Considering the eerie atmosphere of this cemetery, could it be that she was born here?
"Sylvia, did you escape from those gargoyles?" Ron slapped his cheek, trying to sober himself up and not have such absurd thoughts.

Sylvia said she was an orphan since she was a child, and the slave catchers in Carolina were all half-baked, and there was no way either party would be here. But how could one explain the scene before him?
"Ron, Victoria," Sylvia's scarlet eyes seemed to have just focused. She looked fine and conscious, and she also recognized her acquaintances. However, she no longer addressed Ron as a benefactor. "You actually managed to chase us here..."

"We put a lot of effort into finding you!" Driver said with a grin, "We went to look for the eagle's nest! We even encountered a group of gnolls! In order to find you, I was even scolded by a giant eagle! Ouch..."

The goblin hunter was about to step forward as he spoke, but Quest took two steps back without making a sound and grabbed the goblin by the back of his neck. The shapeshifter stared at Sylvia with his eyes that were indistinguishable from the whites of his eyes, and even his face, which lacked facial features and expression, showed a vigilant look.

"Sylvia, how did you get here?" Shadow Spirit Yelena was also cautious about the appearance of the vampire mage. She had not spent much time with Quest and Sylvia, so she was more alert. "Where is the giant gargoyle? How did you break free from it? Or did it leave you here?"

"Giant gargoyle?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows, then smiled after a moment's thought. "Oh, you mean old Opal? He's fine, but your attack frightened him. He's seriously injured and is recovering now."

"They have no ill will towards me. They just want to invite me to their home for tea. Look, they also gave me this burqa. Doesn't it look nice?"

Old Opal? Home? Drinking tea?

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Sylvia spoke clearly and they could understand every word, but when she put them together, they were completely confused.

"What are you talking about?" Ivy frowned, "Have we arrived in another world, or is your time passing faster than ours?"

"And you said home? How can you have a home here?!"

"Ah, dear Ivy, I completely understand your confusion," Sylvia smiled, not minding Ivy's almost interrogative tone at all, "After all, even I myself didn't understand what was going on until yesterday."

"But it doesn't matter, you will understand. I heard that there was a fight in the cemetery, so I came to take a look. Since you are here, why don't you follow me to meet the current owner of this place? You are my good friends, he will definitely welcome you."

"As for this fellow——"

Sylvia suddenly turned her head and looked at the two resentful creatures who were about to escape silently. The dark energy in the cemetery was mobilized as she watched. The shadow that Shadow Spirit once relied on for survival no longer favored him at this moment, but instead turned into confinement and shackles, making him unable to move.

"No, no!" The Dark Weaver and his raven struggled with all their might, but all their efforts were in vain. Just as a person trapped in quicksand cannot dig to get out of trouble by moving the quicksand, the two creatures controlled by the shadow cannot get out of their shackles by mobilizing the power of the shadow. Sylvia pointed at the stone platforms, tombstones and dead trees around her, and those dead things suddenly came to life. Two guillotines that fit the size of the criminals were created out of thin air and landed steadily in the cemetery. The surrounding shadows transformed into two large hands, sending the Dark Weaver and his raven to the torture instruments at the same time.

"You can't kill me! I am the Raven Queen—"

"Shh, shh," Sylvia snapped her fingers, and the rough and bitter bark was roughly stuffed into the mouths of Shadow Spirit and Raven, making them unable to make any more noise. "My friends and I are reunited after a short separation. How can you have the right to speak here?"

"Ron, oh, sorry, benefactor," Sylvia turned to Ron with a smile, "The fate of these two guys should be decided by you. Just a word from you, and it will be done quickly and neatly without even getting your hands dirty."

"Kill him? Or let him go?"

"Let him take charge?" Ivy rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction. "Everything here is obviously decided by you, right? Look at the situation around here! Is it true that even our life and death are decided by your words?"

"Sylvia, what on earth have you been through?" The priest of Heim looked at her friend in confusion. The holy emblem in her hand had never been so hot. "Have you been possessed by some evil being? Tell me, just a look is enough, and we will help you!"

"Possessed? Victoria, what are you talking about? I don't need your help." The dhampir took a step forward, but found that the others were retreating one after another, so he had to stop. "I'm fine now, can't you see? I'm stronger than ever! I can use my strength at will! I feel great! I have never felt so good since I was born!"

"Do you know what this means? I can return to a 'normal' life! I can be the master of my own destiny! Henry, Carolina! No one or any force can manipulate me as they please! Treat me like a commodity and livestock! I am finally completely free!"

Sylvia's excitement infected every plant and tree around her, and the two guillotines were no exception. The oblique triangular blades on them kept vibrating, reflecting the extremely terrified face of Shadow Spirit below in the moonlight.

"As for what you said, haha," Sylvia looked at Ivy with malicious teasing in her eyes, "You are right, I can indeed control everything here, but please rest assured, when it comes to 'life and death', I will only consider the first word anyway."

"After all, you have saved me more than once, and even helped me get rid of my greatest enemy in this life. I can't think of any other way to repay such a favor except to use time."

Ron's hair stood on end without warning, but the aristocratic Sylvia in his eyes was so cute and harmless. She walked towards Ron step by step: "But the good news is that I really have plenty of time now~"

(End of this chapter)