Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 375 Dissociation

"That's not what I wanted to hear," Constance sneered, "Where is the real Mr. Strider?"

The half-elf was only a height difference away from the halfling. The moment he realized that his disguise had been exposed, Thred's eyes changed instantly. Just as Constance's hand was placed on the swift sword, the halfling's flame-shaped dagger had already accurately picked up the hollow guard.

If the halfling was using a longer weapon, this would undoubtedly be equivalent to disarming herself, but the dagger is much more flexible and the halfling's movements are even faster. Although Constance tried her best to react, she was still disarmed by the opponent in a flash.

With a clang, the swift sword was thrown to Ron's feet. However, Strider just glanced at Ron and then focused his attention on Constance again.

"Lord of Delusion Land, I know from Chief Judge Aaron that you are a powerful wizard, but I advise you to put aside your thoughts of resistance - I will never let you use any spells here."

Ron frowned slightly, and he picked up the sword on the ground with the tip of his boot, trying to use the blade attachment trick to give the other party some warning. However, to his surprise, the magic seemed to have lost its effect here.

"Spell-nullifying barrier." Ron detected the abnormality of the surrounding magic power. The arcane aura seemed to be slightly distorted in this study. This was extremely difficult to detect before casting the spell, and it only became obvious at this moment.

"It's good that you know." Strider sneered, and the dagger approached Constance's chest from bottom to top, and slowly pressed her against the wall. "Miss Constance, it's not a good habit to be clever. I didn't want to embarrass you, but now, I'm sorry."

"As for you, Lord, after I kill Miss Constance with this dagger coated with sleeping potion, will you please come with me?"

"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, we will guarantee your personal safety."

"What do you mean by cooperation?" Ron's hand reached to his lower back, where his homemade scroll was pinned on the belt.

However, the effect of the spell-nullifying barrier obviously wouldn't allow him to take advantage of this loophole.

"Cooperation means you should obey our orders," Thred's dagger pierced Constance's skin, and the effect of the potion took effect quickly. The half-elf lady soon lost her ability to stand and slowly slid down the wall to the ground. "Only the Molten Iron Barrier can solve the problem of demon invasion. All organizations and individuals in the world should understand and support our actions!"

Strider turned around, the potion on the dagger still flowing with a strange luster: "For example, Miss Constance wisely chose not to resist, so she can enjoy a peaceful sleep."

"What about you? Do you plan to continue to maintain your hard-earned dignity as a lord and have an equal dialogue with me, the bishop, or wait for me to 'invite' you to sit at the same table with Daniel and his wife?"

"If it's the latter, many things will be beyond your control."

"You really put a lot of effort into creating such an environment," Ron stared cautiously at the halfling who was slowly approaching, "but I'm a little curious: what exactly do you covet from the Land of Delusion? As far as I know, the Land of Delusion is just a dangerous remote place. A cult like the Molten Iron Fortress shouldn't be interested in it, right?" "Remote place? Maybe it was," Thred stared into Ron's eyes, "but don't play dumb with me. We got news that the Abyss has been struggling to fight against Purgatory recently. It is said that it's because they lost a vein of Abyssal Silver - you're not going to pretend you don't know about this, are you?"

"It is said that the Land of Delusion was once invaded by demons, and you have recently occupied it. I don't need to explain the relationship between them!"

"Just lost?" Ron blinked. It seemed that the other party's information was incomplete, or was deliberately covered up. "But isn't this a good thing for you? Purgatory can share more pressure with you——"

"This is far from enough!" Strider interrupted him angrily, "What can you do with your little strength? It's just a drop in the bucket! We need more help - only the Molten Iron Barrier can do this, so that Purgatory can better contain the demons!"

"As for you, do you think we would trust a peasant? If you join the chaos one day, everything will be ruined by you!"

The halfling waved the dagger in his hand angrily: "Look at this city! Hags, demons, black dragons! What do you think I don't know? People like you are simply unreliable! We can only win the holy war by relying on ourselves!"

"It's rare that you say something nice," Ron put his hands on his waist, "but why did you team up with Dispater?"

"You're begging for help from hell, and you're being used as a tool without even realizing it. Is this what you call 'relying on yourself'?"

"You! What's wrong with you?!" Srid was stunned. At most, Perglen could guess that they had cooperated with the Nine Hells, but it was impossible for him to know such details!
"In a sense, what you did is like a flood that flushed the Dragon King Temple, but the problem is..." Ron had a strange smile, but he was one step faster and pulled out the Siren's Song from his waist before Thred pounced on him. Hidden under his clothes, the gem in his arm glowed faintly, making Ron instantly have the physical strength of a warrior!

"You rushed to the wrong temple this time!"

The dagger slid off Ron's clothes, and the crossbow in his hand was aimed at Thred's head. The slender green rays were loaded on the string like crossbow arrows. As Ron pulled the trigger, the terrifying and condensed arcane instantly tore the halfling and the barrier in the entire room into pieces!
What was even more deadly than the fatal blow was that a piercing magical scream also erupted at the same time, interrupting Bishop Thred's concentration on the spell and his subsequent casting!

However, even such an attack could not kill the bishop of the Molten Iron Fortress. Under Ron's gaze, the halfling's head and most of his body turned into a large cloud of sulfur-colored smoke and dust. Then, with discordant vibrations, his entire body floated to the door before reassembling itself and condensing into the guy who was full of malice.

"Dissociation!" Strider looked at Ron in shock and anger, "When did you learn this trick?!"

Spell Nullification Ward can only target spells of a lower level than it, but Disintegrate is on the same level as it!

But at this moment, what Strider was more concerned about was: where did this man learn the dissociation technique!

(End of this chapter)