Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 381 Wings in the Sun
"I never thought that after living for so many years, I would still be cornered by a group of mad dogs..."

In the backyard of Hendrix's manor, a figure suddenly appeared in the garden. He had a lot of lacerations on his body, but he did not dare to stay for long. Instead, he quickly disappeared from the spot again and appeared in another direction a moment later.

But his efforts were in vain.

"Ah-woof!" The ghostly howl still echoed in his ears, even though those pitiful creatures could not continue to hunt him under the sun. Patrick raised his arm, and under his dreamy eyes, the wound on it was healing rapidly.

But Patrick knew that this was nothing more than self-hypnosis and comfort - his strength did not come entirely from the flesh, but his weakness would be clearly revealed in this body.

Why...why is there a Yeti hound chasing me in the etheric plane? !

The bishop raised his head, his gaze crossed the street and fell on the hag who had just played tricks on a group of mortals and disappeared. Was it her? Are these her pets?
But how is this possible? This witch is not very powerful. She is neither an "aunt" nor a "grandmother". She cannot possibly have the spare power to control these creatures to hunt in the etheric plane!

But it didn't matter. Even though things were somewhat out of control, the current situation was not the worst. After all, he had a backup plan.

Patrick pulled away and headed upstairs to Hendricks Manor. He knew there was a secret room in the study on the second floor, where his and his master's common master was enshrined. As long as he could reach that place, he could return to Purgatory! Return to his favorite behind-the-scenes, to manipulate and play with these ignorant mortals like puppets!
He ran, knocked the door open with his shoulder, crossed the corridor, and rushed to the staircase leading to the study. The yetis hounds were chasing him in the etheric plane, but so what? The sunlight was splashing on the entire staircase. These evil accomplices with dog-like and human-like faces would never stop him in the slightest!
Patrick's hand was already on the handrail of the stairs, and his foot had already stepped on the first step. The "youngest" bishop who had risen rapidly in the Molten Iron Fortress raised his head to face the strong sunlight. If nothing unexpected happened, he would soon usher in a bright future.

However, as a professional researcher, Ron refused to accept this level of error.

A black feather came from nowhere and flew lightly towards Patrick's face along the angle of the light. Patrick's heart was startled and his figure quickly disappeared from the spot. However, the transmission that should have been foolproof was interrupted by a familiar force, and the bishop had to return to the starting point.

A wide wing covered with black feathers blocked the sunlight, and Patrick's pupils suddenly shrank. Under the restraint of magic, he forcibly broke free and twisted his body to try to escape. However, behind him, as the power of the sun was blocked, several translucent large canine creatures emerged from the etheric plane. When they were close to the mistress, they usually acted no bigger than ordinary hounds, but when they were hunting, they were all large monsters with shoulder heights of more than 1.6 meters and weights of nearly 200 kilograms. Only two or three of them blocked Patrick's retreat.

Under the gaze of scarlet bloodthirsty eyes, Patrick subconsciously raised his head, trying to find a breakthrough from above. However, there, a metal chain full of barbed spikes was hanging, and a haggard elf was looking down at the victim who had no way out like a ghost.

"What are you looking at, dear?" A lazy voice came from the stairs behind Patrick, accompanied by the sound of high heels stepping on the steps and the noise of a sword blade scratching against the wall.

The demon looked up and down at the desperate guy in front of him with a playful look, like a cat teasing a mouse at its mouth: "What should I call you, Bishop, or Patrick?"

"No, no, you don't understand! You should understand!" Patrick faced the lust demon in panic, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. "I'm not a bishop, and I'm not Patrick!"

"Bishop Patrick does not exist in the world!" Another kind of power began to surge beneath his skin, and the red skin broke free from the constraints on the surface. A pair of leather wings of the same skin color tore through his back and stretched out behind him. At the same time, a pair of devilish horns protruded from the top of "Patrick's" head, growing upwards in a twisted shape.

"Look at me, friend! I'm a devil! We're on the same side!"

"Listen, Devil, I don't care what kind of deal you made with those mortals, but you are facing me, who is also from Purgatory! I have more important official duties on my shoulders!"

"Cancel the contract with those mortals! Aren't you succubi the best at playing with the terms? Let me go, and Lord Dispater will reward you for it!"

"Patrick" knows that all his rhetoric is in vain when facing the succubus who is also a devil, and even a high-level devil. However, even so, he has to fight for a chance for himself.

At the same time, his mind began to work rapidly: Why did the Devil appear here? What was her relationship with those mortals? How should he deal with her so that she would let him go?
The succubus Khaoga did not interrupt his statement and suggestions. She stopped and then, after patiently listening to "Patrick"'s words, she smiled as bright as the sunshine behind her.

"You mean, 'urgent business'?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The devil nodded quickly. "Lord Dispater needed the Iron Fortress and the Deep Silver Mine in the Delusion Land, so he assigned me to direct this drama!"

"Mortals are not worth much here, are they? If you ruin the plan, Lord Dispater will protest to Princess Gracia!"

Although Gracia is the daughter of Asmodeus, this does not mean that she can have more power and status than other archdukes - at least not before the Lord of the Nine Hells grants her these - the devil has made up his mind that the more he talks about this matter, the more he should be able to persuade the other party to let him go.

"Mortals are indeed not worth mentioning. From this point of view, I agree with your point of view." Kaojia nodded, "They are just pawns in the game between us, the gods, and the abyss."

But the next second after the devil breathed a sigh of relief, the handsome face of the succubus suddenly became ferocious:

"But do you know? We have already requisitioned this chess piece of Delusion Land!"

(End of this chapter)