Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 421: Burning Law
Under the mask, those eyes as blue as a clear lake suddenly seemed like someone had lit a fire on the lake!
The scarlet red and lake blue blended into an enchanting violet. Gillianis's command was like an oracle from a god, stripping away all the magical energy in the entire cave and even the surrounding area within nearly one kilometer. All the magical energy gathered on her clasped hands and spewed out along her palms straight to another self in front of her!

The cone-shaped red, blue, and purple flames were like the breath of a giant dragon—but they were definitely not breath! Gillianis, who was instantly swallowed up, was unknown whether she was alive or dead, but the wall behind her, the entire hill that supported the cave, and the nearby ground, seemed to have been torn apart by some terrifying existence! The midday sun suddenly gushed in, adding a touch of golden light to this unstoppable ultimate arcane magic!

If this is a breath, then only the dragon Tiamat can do this! Because this is just the aftermath of the arcane spell cast by the former chief mage! Most of her energy is unreservedly tilted towards her other self!

“…burning embers.”

Gillianis slowly exhaled a breath of burning air. This decree was on the same level as the decree of death, meteor explosion and wish. Even if she used it, she would still have to bear some burden, but it didn't matter because it was the only deciding factor.

"Oh!"

On the other side, the completely defeated vampire Count was slammed out of the cave by Sera, leaving a large human-shaped pit under the sun. Black smoke suddenly burst out from the vampire Count's body, causing him to panic and no longer care about his dignity, and he fled back to the cave.

"No! Don't kill me!" The Earl, who had just been exposed to direct sunlight and was now unable to use the various abilities of the vampires, staggered and fell in front of Ron. Facing the short bow pointed at him, the Earl was almost frightened to death and begged for mercy again and again.

"Your backer has been killed by my master, didn't you see that? Even if you kill me, it will be useless! Please let me go, please let me go. I will give you all my manor, castle, and territory!"

It must be said that the vampire lord had some judgment. He did not get complacent or even threaten Ron and the others just because the two Gillianis seemed to have already won. If that were the case, Ron might have really killed him with one arrow.

The Earl, who was tricked by his new master, now has no ability to save his life. If anyone wants to kill him, he will die. He is very clear about this.

He could have lived, why would he push himself to death just for a few quick words? He would never do such a stupid thing!
"Your master?" Sylvia frowned as she looked at this once revered being, who was now even more miserable than her own dog. "You recognize your master really quickly. Doesn't your old master have any objection to this?"

"Of course not." Gillianis' voice returned to its original cold tone, but she did not look at Ron and her new servant, and did not even loosen her clasped hands. She looked ahead of her, and when her arcane magic completely dissipated, there was still a figure standing there, who looked like a mirror.

"Because I will eliminate any opponent that stands in my way, even myself."

"You are really arrogant," Gillianis looked at the other side through the almost disappearing three-color magic flames with a calm expression, "But I'm afraid you will be frustrated here first, but it's better than facing the unknown danger, isn't it?"

"But your achievement still surprises me a little: you actually made this model? When you were still in the research institute--" "Yes, I succeeded. It turns out that as long as I don't be attracted by other tricks, I can go very far on this road." Gillianis did not seem to be complacent. The other people present could not understand her achievements at all. The only one who could fully understand it was herself.

"I think this is enough to prove my point. You should dissolve yourself and take those toys with you, and I will continue to complete our real mission as the complete Gillianis. Besides," under the mask, the lake blue eyes narrowed slightly, "if I'm not mistaken, you are not completely devoted to your little toys, right? You also did research on my unfinished model."

"And you succeeded, you created a countermeasure, didn't you?"

"Yes, and no - are you going to keep holding your hand like this? I can't give you a further demonstration." Gillianis waited for herself to let go of the Swordsong Lion Armor and showed the legendary nature of this magic item to the other party. "You should not have forgotten that the first moment I saw you, I let it absorb my blood."

The Swordsong Lion Armor became more and more vivid under Gillianis's control. Arcane models were presented to everyone through its chanting. Many of them were models that Ron recognized. He couldn't help but identify them one by one in a low voice.

"Is this your student?" Gilliannis, wearing a mask, glanced at Ron with a hint of interest in her eyes. "Interesting. Although you've led him in the wrong direction, it should be easy to train him if you hand him over to me."

"After all, his memory and learning ability are very strong. Judging from the arrowhead in his hand, his experimental ability is not bad either."

"You should trust your own judgment," said another Gillianis, glancing at them with satisfaction. She also deliberately showed Ron some other models that were irrelevant to the part being discussed. "After all, we just have different paths."

"That's why you have to die," the delicate face beneath the mask turned cold, "I don't want to see another me standing in front of me in the future."

"This is indeed embarrassing enough," Gillianis nodded in agreement, "but let's take a look at this arm armor of mine first: it can carry three-digit spell models and has a certain degree of intelligence, just like the weaving preface I used before. I only need to feed it the relevant materials, and it can calculate a simple response model by itself - this is not enough to form a complete spell, but combined with itself, plus the power of the caster himself, it is enough."

"It's a temporary, highly specific spell countering function. It can deal with any spell that does not exceed the caster's own strength. Of course, it has a certain burden on the Sword Song Lion Armor itself and myself."

"But there's nothing we can do about it. After all, offensive spells work like this. All the attacker has to do is bomb, bomb, bomb, but the defender has to consider a lot more things."

(End of this chapter)