Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"The defeated general is still boasting."

Ron glanced at Mindatis coldly. What made this former elf vomit blood was that this human turned his gaze back to Baron Saran: "The same goes for you. Since you can die the first time, today, you can die a second time!"

"This time, it's very different!" Several identical Saran Barons approached with gloomy faces, "Without that tiefling to save you, I wonder how you can defeat me!"

What he couldn't accept the most before was the tiefling who stabbed him from behind! But this time he saw clearly that the bastard was not here!

"Hai Lan Slate, obey my command and return!"

One of the Barons, Saran, suddenly raised his arms high, and in an instant, the gems in everyone's hands seemed to stir again - he actually wanted to use the same old trick to seize control of these gems again!
"You must have found more, but you have fewer opportunities to use them, and this is my opportunity!" Baron Saran was full of confidence, but when his eyes met Ron's, he clearly saw the mockery in the other's eyes.

What’s even more ironic is that none of those gems moved!
"Return!"

Baron Saran suddenly felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help but shout again, but the gems remained restless and none of them really returned to his hands!

"This is impossible!" The baron's eyes widened. "I am your real master! He is just borrowing you temporarily. You should obey my will!"

"You guys..." Suddenly, the six Sarans turned their heads to Gillianis, who was standing aside with no intention of intervening.

The long period of struggling to survive in his lifetime and his resurrection now made his mind not as sharp as it used to be, but even so, he realized one thing: here, he could not be called the "real owner" of the amethyst slab and the gems on it. There was only one real owner of these magic props, and that was... Gillianis Galanold!
"My Lord, you promised not to interfere!"

"I didn't interfere," the moon elf said in front of this person who was her junior hundreds of years ago, as cold as the ice and snow in the polar regions, "it's just that you don't have the ability."

"Look carefully. Isn't my preface to the weaving method also in his hands?"

Before Saran could react, Ron summoned the preface to the weaving method in front of him. The pages of the book turned, and with them, several gems used by Ron himself rose up, emitting dangerous magical light towards their previous owner.

"You don't really think that you can beat me in the field of magic now, do you?"

Saran Lane's life ended the moment he announced his premature death. Now he is just the echo of his past shadow, but Ron is a real living person who is changing every day!
The theories of magic are so profound and obscure that it would be difficult to study them thoroughly even if it took centuries. But if we just want to reproduce the parts that have already been analyzed, the six months of being taught by Gillianis are more than enough!
What's more, Ron did not simply copy others' ideas, but actually put them into practice and made them useful to himself. His previous spell that was beyond his original ability was proof of that!
"No, this is impossible!" The six Sarans took two steps back, looking in shock at Ron's robes that began to flutter, and the magic circles that emerged and spread out. "You can't grow to this point in such a short time!" How long has it been? ! What was he at that time? Just a crappy wizard who could even blow up himself with a fireball!

“Human beings are always in a hurry. They are ambitious and always want to accomplish something in their short lives. Their undertakings seem so pale and powerless, but sometimes in the blink of an eye you will be shocked by their achievements.”

Gillianis stood aside, quietly watching the changes in the situation, slowly repeating the evaluation of other races that had been passed down by the elves for who knows how many years.

More than half a year is insignificant for elves, but this does not apply to humans.

"Let me show you what I can do in such a short time." Ron's face was illuminated by the magic circles around him, showing various colors. His hand covered the opened page of the preface to weaving. This should have been the last page he could turn, but with Ron's sudden wave of his hand, the preface to weaving opened a new page again!
This page is not blank, but is filled with densely written spells, and it seems that there are even more in the following pages!

Unlike the past, Ron no longer needed to look for any scrolls or magic books. The high-level magic that ordinary magicians could only encounter but not seek was just ordinary information that he could read at any time! When the time came, he could use it at will!
"If you had shown up earlier, I wouldn't have been so confident, but you showed up after Mindatis failed, so don't blame me!" Ron's eyes were filled with countless magical energies, and the colors mixed into a bright white light. As he chanted, all kinds of spellcasting materials flowed out of the alchemy backpack one after another as if they had life, drawing out spells that raged throughout the space.

Saran wanted to stop it, but he sadly discovered that his current magical attainments were far inferior to Ron. Here, as long as Gillianis did not take action, Ron was already the most powerful spellcaster!
Even though there is still a big gap between him and the Moon Elf, it is still the same!
"That's fine... Even if you've made progress in magic, you can't beat this body that I bought with my life!" The six Sarans gritted their teeth and rushed forward, dragging Mindatis with them to attack. "Although this is a feud between you and us, the battle is actually a competition between you and the 'dealer'!"

"You can't win!"

"What if we are included?" As soon as the voice sounded, the expression of one of Saran changed immediately, and a big sword came across the sky and hit him directly on the head.

This giant sword that was once used by orcs was emitting the same brilliance as the magic cast by Ron. When he tried to resist with his body, a slashing blow broke out and pierced straight through his soul!

On the other side, as the remaining Saran and Mindatis rushed over, a wall of rotating magic blades rose from the metal ground out of thin air, piercing the scales and skin of every creature that tried to pass through the wall like real swords.

"In the name of Helm - Blade Wall!"

The holy emblem in the priest's hand also burst out with holy light! (End of this chapter)