Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 330 Fighting against each other
The witch's power seemed to have recovered a lot in the past few days. The flames of the blood-red candles around the magic circle flickered. The cold night wind gathered from all directions and condensed into three djinn behind Hecate, roaring towards the vampire lord.

“A belated fate? Humph…” After confirming that the person in front of him was indeed his wife, the Earl calmed down instead. A long sword shrouded in ominous power fell into his hand. When he swung it, there was a faint sound of the howling of ghosts. “You are right, but the one who will meet the fate is not me, but you!”

"Let me use this sword to complete what I should have done long ago!"

"You beast! This is Mary's body! Are you going to offer her to that lich too?!"

"I just want her to be whole again!" The Earl turned into a black and red shadow, and with a huge force that was not consistent with his appearance, he collided with the giants!
"Sir Ron!" The earl's voice could be heard faintly amid the howling wind, "Help me capture this witch! She doesn't have the upbringing of a noble, and she will never allow you to continue to exist!"

"But at least I'm not a demon who kills his wife and abandons his daughter!" Hecate shouted in a deep voice, "Boy! Get rid of this scourge!"

"Ron, what should we do?" Ivy looked at the two enemies who were evenly matched for a while with a serious expression, muttering to herself, "Luckily it's not my parents, otherwise I would be in trouble..."

"My suggestion is to leave here. No one can stop us except those gargoyles," Victoria held up the holy emblem. The undead in the earldom were simple farmers and craftsmen when they were alive, and they didn't know how to harm people after death. Under the holy light, they made way and fled in all directions. "Sylvia, let's leave together!"

The vampire wizard stared at the earl and the witch who were fighting each other, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "No."

"What?" The priest looked at his companion in astonishment. "Are you crazy? This is not a battle we can participate in! A single air djinn is powerful enough!"

"But I don't necessarily have to fight them," the blood-red eyes of the vampire had a strange pink tint, "Aren't there opponents here that I can defeat?"

"Sylvia? You!" Ron looked into Sylvia's eyes and suddenly realized, "She has been bewitched by that damn vampire! Wake her up!"

"Too late!" Sylvia laughed sarcastically. Dozens of Nighthounds jumped out from the ether, instantly disrupting the formation of Ron and others. "Do you think I would be defenseless against a group of strangers?! I have been subtly influencing this companion of yours for two weeks, just for this moment!"

“Although I don’t know how you did it, you must have awakened this old witch, right? Since you like digging up secrets so much, then you should be buried with her!”

"Sylvia! Take the cane! From today on, you are my only child. As your daughter, the cane is for you!"

"Damn it, stop her!" Ron summoned a sharp cone of cold air, forcing Sylvia and some of the hounds to retreat. Quest emerged from the shadows and jumped into the air, trying to intercept the cane.

"Give me the cane!" Sylvia gave an order, and a Nighthound quickly disappeared in the material world. When it reappeared, it stepped on Quest's head, used the monk as a springboard to jump up, bit the cane, and disappeared into the etheric plane again, delivering the cane to its master!
At this moment, the hounds were more excited and bloodthirsty than ever before. In the past few days, they always felt that this mistress was not evil enough, but now, they were satisfied!

This is the evil master they want to follow! "Darkness..."

"Flame Strike!" Sylvia had just received the staff, and before she had time to cast the staff's unique dark magic, a pillar of holy fire fell from heaven on her with a whistling sound. The high temperature burning did not make the vampire mage too embarrassed, but the power of light that could not tolerate a trace of evil almost scared her to death!
"Victoria! Do you want to kill me?!" Sylvia fled from the flame attack in a panic by turning into a black mist. Her angry roar was definitely not exaggerated - she might have been killed just now!
Even the vampire who managed to escape was not in good condition now: the high-end dress was burned into countless charred pieces, and as there was no other clothing lining inside, large areas of skin were exposed, and under the slightly red moonlight, it looked as delicate as a baby's skin.

From the ghost choir, which had not yet had time to run away, whistles sounded again.

"Sylvia! Wake up!" The priest put down the mace that had become hot from casting a spell, and looked at his best friend with an extremely tangled expression, "Do you really want to end up like that earl?"

"What will happen?" Her voice came from the dark magic that tightly wrapped the embarrassing spell, "Just watch carefully, that witch is no match for him! He is invincible here! You should just surrender to him!"

"Bow down to a junior? I won't allow that." Yelena's spiked chain pierced through the dark magic covering Sylvia like a venomous snake. "Although I know you have no idea what you are doing now, I am still very unhappy."

"You are just a lowly person, but you really think you can turn into a phoenix?" The shadow spirit who is also Richthofen said in a bad tone, "Do you really think he will be so kind as to give you everything - you dare to bite me?!"

In the virtual darkness, Shadow Spirit covered her neck with her hands, and trickles of blood flowed out from the wound. Opposite Yelena, Sylvia, who had tasted Shadow Spirit's blood, squatted down and retched.

The shadow spirit approached Sylvia lightly and took away her magic weapon: "Just like I said when we first met - is my noble bloodline to your liking?"

"Although you two have a good relationship, I am an outsider. It is understandable to kill you under such circumstances," Yelena put the spiked chain lightly around Sylvia's neck and several vital parts. "Anyway, in this darkness, they don't know what happened, right?"

However, just when Shadow Spirit was about to strike, the feeling of flesh from the thorn chain suddenly disappeared, and Sylvia actually escaped from her restraints!
"How could this happen--" The shadow spirit left the coverage of the dark magic in confusion, and then she understood what was going on: over there, the couple who were fighting each other had already decided the winner. After all, Hecate had just awakened not long ago, and this was the earl's territory. The power she initially relied on her emotional outburst was nothing but rootless duckweed. After several fights, she was finally unable to resist anymore, and was nailed to death in the magic circle by the earl's magic sword.

"If I hadn't kept you around for a while, huh..." The Count lifted up the bruised Sylvia and placed her at his feet. "Your cane was taken away? It doesn't matter. You can rest here for a while, because all this will soon be irrelevant."

The vampire lord let out a sharp roar to the sky, and along with the sound of the gargoyle flapping its wings, it came from far away. Old Opal, the big gargoyle whose lower body has not yet recovered, flew over carrying a giant stone sword that was two times larger than Canglan's Grip, and respectfully presented the sword to its master.

"You are not good neighbors, really." The Earl waved his hand twice. The huge stone sword in his hand was so light that it seemed like it was made of paper. "I had planned a banquet, but now it seems that it is useless."

"Come on, all of you! I'll let you see what real power is before you die!"

(End of this chapter)