Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 352 The Real Team

At this critical moment, Pergrand's staff swept across the sky and took the sword for his companion. What surprised Sera was that although she activated the Mind Gem again, the Fear Slash did not have enough effect on the opponent. It was only a few short seconds when she was blocked, and the two opponents stabilized their formation again and would not give any chance anymore.

"What? I told you they were hiding their abilities." Perglan narrowed his eyes, staring at Sera, whose time flow was obviously different from theirs, and carefully responded to the threats coming from this side.

The dwarf said nothing. His flail was attached with a flaming light force, and it was obvious that he was ready to get serious.

"Pfft!" In the battle circle between the two monks, the half-elf was scratched on the cheek by the tip of Questor's tail. He retreated back to the side of the beast of burden, put his hand on his scabbard, and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

"How about it, brother? Are you satisfied this time?" Quest clapped his hands, and his tail swayed gently. "Give up, so I can go help them."

"I admit that my fist and kick skills are not as good as yours," the half-elf looked at the tiefling with a serious expression, "but that's because I have dedicated half of my life to my sword - do you dare to compete with me in swordsmanship?"

"I can't use yours," Quest called Evander, who had been watching the fight, over and asked him to help take his stick, "but I have something longer than yours."

"An inch longer, an inch stronger. Brother, are you really confident that you can beat me in weapons?"

"If I can't even trust my own weapon, how can I continue to practice!" The half-elf gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, waiting for Quest to take the initiative, and then drew the sword to give a thunderous blow, "Do you dare to attack me with this sword?"

Compared to his strange sword that was longer than an ordinary short stick, Aaron's weapon was much more plain and simple, and this was the only side where Ron's side did not gain an advantage.

"It can be seen that you are more suited to holding a shield, and it should be a tower shield in the army." The Chief Judge, Ivy and Andre stood on a three-legged tripod. He and Ivy moved their feet carefully, while Andre was just imitating their movements poorly. "Now you only have empty hands, and the blocking action is too redundant."

"I think you talk too much," Ivy paused for a moment to allow Andre, who had lost his rhythm, to return to her protection. "You also talk so much when you're fighting the demons?"

"This is just a sparring match." Aaron was not dissatisfied with this, but continued, "This man is not your normal partner in adventures, right? He lacks the most basic coordination with you."

"On the battlefield, even children can pick up weapons and kill after training, but without the coordination of the team, even high-level demons and archbishops are at risk of death. Judging from your skills, the enemy you are facing is definitely not an ordinary bandit, and he obviously cannot survive that kind of battle."

"Are you..."

"You can guess whatever you want, we won't admit it," Ivy curled her lips, "I'm happy to continue to play tricks with you, their support will arrive soon."

"'Going around in circles'," Aaron sneered, "it's better to say that this is part of the tactics."

"I'm looking for an opportunity, like, now!"

Aaron suddenly pounced towards Ivy, but at the moment when the swords met, the Chief Judge changed his moves again. Ivy subconsciously raised her right hand to block, but unexpectedly, the opponent's target was not her at all, but Andre who was still trying to support her!
"Bang!" The sword blade slashed on Andre's shield, and a burst of light burst out, "Supreme Slash!"

The shield made of ordinary material was cut into pieces by one blow, but Aaron's sword did not continue to fall down, because behind the shield, flesh and bones stuck the front half of his sword, preventing it from moving forward at all!
“Hiss…” Andre’s facial expression was distorted. He swung the short spear which was also blessed with the power of light and stabbed it towards Aaron’s chest. “Supreme Slash!”

"Snap!" At the moment when the tip of the spear was about to touch Aaron's armor, he finally pulled back his sword, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow that was so close.

After they retreated from the battlefield, it was naturally impossible for them to wear the armor they wore when fighting the demons. If this spear hit them firmly, it might really be fatal!

Aaron had never thought that he, who survived the holy war with injuries, might one day fall at the hands of a young and inexperienced person!
"You want to die!" The judge suppressed his anger and roared in a low voice, "Why don't you avoid it!" Of course he would stop when he cut the shield! How could he really aim a fatal sword at a civilian who became a "holy warrior" for unknown reasons!

"Because I'm not afraid!" Andre staggered backwards and fell to the ground. Blood stained most of his armor and robe. The judge's sword almost took half his life.

"How dare you!" Aaron's family was also aristocratic. He had never thought that he would be contradicted by a commoner like this. "Why aren't you afraid?"

Even demons would be terrified by his Holy Slash!

"I'm not afraid!" Andre panted, and said with an almost "smirking" expression, "Your Honor, you look down on me, and I really don't have that ability, so I can only pay more to buy a chance for Miss Ivy!"

Ivy did not reply, nor did she take the opportunity to step forward as Andre said. Instead, she squatted down, took out the medicine and bandages and tried to bandage Andre.

As an adventurer, Andre, her friend, was undoubtedly fully qualified in her eyes. However, Aaron did not think so.

"Stupid! So stupid!" Aaron stepped forward and kicked Ivy to the ground in anger. The healing potion spilled all over the floor. He walked towards Andre, who was almost unconscious and only holding on with one breath, with a sullen face. "Do you know that if you did this on the battlefield, it would be enough to cause the collapse of the battle line and lead to the whole battle situation getting out of control! Are you able to block this sword because you don't care about your life? It's because I didn't use my full strength!"

"The devil won't hold back, you idiot!"

"People like you will only be a hindrance even if you become a paladin. You might as well continue to be a farmer!" Aaron took out his holy emblem, which also had the symbol of Tyr on it. "No matter who led you down this wrong path, today, in the name of the Paladin of Tyr, I will deprive you of this part of your power! Come forward, I--"

Aaron raised the holy emblem, but at this moment, a warning like the sound of a war drum suddenly sounded in his heart. The Chief Judge quickly leaped back, and the next second, a magic bomb with dark energy bombarded his previous position, creating a large pit in front of Andre and Ivy.

In the perception of the holy knights, powerful evil is like a poisonous fragrance to them, while powerful kindness is like melodious fairy music. At this moment, the fairy music did not sound in Aaron's ears and the ears of the four people. Instead, it was the sudden appearance of evil that suffocated them!
"Everyone, meet the enemy!" Aaron's face changed, and his companions immediately gathered around him and formed a battle formation. "As the archbishop expected, there is a powerful evil force entrenched here!"

"You're talking bullshit!" A cold shout rang out as a pale-skinned, white-haired, red-eyed woman appeared. She stood in front of Ivy and Andre, staring at the people in the molten iron barrier with malice, "I'm your aunt!"

"Dhampir, no, vampire?!" Raymond Aaron looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in doubt, not knowing who she was. "Sir Ron, is this the enemy you have been fighting against?"

Although the other party's performance at the moment did not seem to be particularly powerful, he always had an illusion - there was another power in this woman's body that even he felt powerless against!
Taking this opportunity, Ivy and Victoria bypassed Sylvia to treat Andre's injuries, while Evander helped him down.

"Sylvia?" Ron was stunned for a moment. "Didn't we agree that you can't..."

Of course they can handle Andre's problem. After all, he has at least three cards in his hand that he can play!
"How can I wait?" Sylvia frowned, with her hands on her hips. "Didn't you see that this bastard hurt Andre and kicked Ivy down? Am I just going to stand by and watch? Benefactor, I'm not a spectator!"

"Well, benefactor?" Aaron and the other three's brains were almost overloaded. They looked at Ron in astonishment, with countless thoughts popping up and disappearing in their minds - what was going on?

"Listen carefully, all of you," Sylvia leaned on her cane with one hand and raised her chin slightly, "The person standing in front of you is Countess Sylvia, Lord Ron's loyal ally and companion! Andre, who you just questioned, is the captain of our militia, and is only responsible for public security and patrol affairs!"

"Don't you want to use us to test the truth of the Delusion Land? Then come on, you are facing the real team that will face the dangers in the entire Delusion Land!"

"Driverdo, how long are you going to hide?"

(End of this chapter)