Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 422 The outcome is decided
"..." Gillianis, who was wearing a mask, was silent for a moment, "You were just lucky this time, right?"

"After all, I'm facing myself," the Moon Elf did not deny this. "Of course I know what my strongest power is, and if you don't intend to fight me to death, you will definitely use it."

All this was within her calculations.

"But now it seems that we have to take this step." Gillianis murmured in unison. This was the situation she least wanted to encounter, but now it seemed that all changes would eventually lead to this inevitable outcome.

Even fellow disciples can't break each other's moves, let alone me and myself? !
"Gillianis, we're here to help you!" Ivy asked Ron for his opinion, then stepped over the captured vampire lord and came to the moon elf.

Although the two Gillianis look exactly the same, their outfits are completely different, so it is not difficult to distinguish them.

"I... I'll help too!" Anastasia gritted her teeth and stood up to face the masked moon elf. "Although I don't know how you guys were divided, one of you must be bad! I'm sure it's you!"

"Ah, then you guessed it right," Gillianis didn't take the mercenary seriously at all. Another part of her might have considered Anastria's feelings, but she didn't care at all. "You have a really good brain. No wonder after the destruction of the Hailan Empire, you could only become a mercenary, while those elf masters were promoted and the adults of other races in the coalition army were kings of their own territories."

"Well, let me guess. Maybe they were merciful and offered you a job, such as a junior officer, one or two levels higher than you in the resistance? Then they did all kinds of disgusting things to force you to resign. Do you still feel guilty and think that this is your own problem, that you betrayed your ideals for your own selfish interests?"

“You—stop talking!” Anastasia was so angry that she trembled and interrupted her harshly, “You are the bad one! Your hair is flawless silver white, but your heart is black!”

"I will avenge you on behalf of my comrades!"

"That's enough, Anastria." Gillianis raised her hand, and the blade of the Silent Sword stretched out to stop the enraged Elf Great Swordsman. "If you really want revenge, just let me do it, and you just watch from the side."

"Can I help you?" Ron asked. "It sounds like she has to die, and I know someone in this business."

Of course, Ron was referring to the one in the dead realm, who could still mobilize the power of the gray fog. Although Gillianis's attainments in mathematics were infinitely close to that of a god in his opinion, even she would not be able to easily cope with the power of a true god.

"If you believe that interpersonal relationships are also a part of power, then I have no choice but to break the tacit understanding between us," the moon elf looked at himself holding a long sword and said slowly, "For example, the prayer spell."

"Of course you can use it, I know."

"You would rather die with me?" Gillianis frowned, "I never remember that I have such an extreme side!" "Of course you don't remember, because that part is also in me." The moon elf looked at Ron, forcing him to retreat repeatedly because he was afraid of the almost omnipotent prayer. Seeing that all the variables were cleared, she turned her head with satisfaction, and almost at the same time, the string of words on Silence that meant "accurate" had already stabbed her face together with the tip of the sword!

"You actually chose to use close combat?!"

Gillianis's figure disappeared instantly. In a moment, the whole cave was filled with the sound of two elves fighting fiercely. Their figures could not be seen in the cave, but they existed in almost every corner of the cave!
"Upper left, right, no, top of the head!" The old elf asked Victoria for another bottle of healing potion and poured it into his mouth. Then he licked the cork with lingering satisfaction and muttered the positions of his two disciples. However, perhaps because his eyes were blurry, or his brain couldn't keep up, and his mouth was not very fluent, the old elf's reporting points would basically take a beat or two. Ron and Sylvia who could keep up with the rhythm by themselves were fine, but Driver, who was originally short, was completely confused.

"Old man, are you kidding me? Where are they fighting?!" The goblin hunter turned his head in dissatisfaction and looked at the old elf, "If you can't see clearly, stop pointing there!"

"It's not that he can't see clearly, but he can't keep up." The spider elf sighed, "Gilliannis is much stronger than us!"

"You can't see them?" Ron asked, somewhat surprised. "But I can -"

Ron stopped talking because he found that Sylvia, who was similar in strength to him, also couldn't see the position of the two moon elves clearly! So why was he the special one?

Ron decided to lie low and wait for things to develop.

On the other side, the struggle between Gillianis and himself had reached a white-hot stage. Resisting the urge to use the prayer spell several times, Gillianis swung out an illusory force field sword with her backhand, colliding with Silence.

Because she knew that the other self was also trying her best to maintain this tacit understanding. Once one of them broke it first - not to mention how many people would be affected, the one who took the first step would definitely fall into a passive position!

"Don't you realize how stupid this is?" Gillianis asked coldly. Even though the other party had crushed her in martial arts after more than a century of separation, she still couldn't turn the advantage into victory. "The so-called magic warrior concept is just your wishful thinking! Being proficient in everything means being proficient in nothing! Focusing a little can also achieve the same effect!"

"Wait until you beat me first before you say that!" Sword Song Lion Armor chanted, and together with its master, it cast out several magnificent spells, while Silence mixed in with the equally varied spells, like a tiger hiding in the dense forest, waiting for an opportunity to strike, and could give the opponent a fatal blow at any time.

Although in the short term, with the help of powerful spells, the masked Gillianis could not lose the upper hand, but as long as she dared to control the speed of consuming arcane spells, she would be defeated immediately. The moon elf believed that she would soon be able to wait for that opportunity.

"It's now!"

In a split second, when Gillianis had to devote her energy to creating a shield to resist the rays shot by her other self, the Elf Master found an opportunity. The time around her suddenly became solidified, and this fluctuation affected her other self who was fighting with her. As the magic of stopping time took full effect, a bright blue light shone on the silent sword, piercing directly into Gillianis' throat under the mask!
(End of this chapter)