Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"No matter how interesting a mortal is, he is still just a mortal after all."

The Lord of Nessus sneered: "Mortals are not worth wasting my eternal life on. If you want to join my plan, you must at least be a demigod."

For example, his most recent recruit, a former angel, Zariel, is now the commander of the Blood War and the lord of Avernus.

"I want to remind you, Gracia, that our goal is to bring all the worlds into our order, not to destroy the worlds so that only our order remains. That is what the insects in the abyss would do."

“So, expand the scope a little bit.”

"You-you wouldn't..." After hearing what Asmodeus said, Gracia's expression changed, "You wouldn't cooperate with 'those guys', would you?"

"No, that's not your style," she denied the guess. "Then, it should be gods that are not powerful enough, for example, gods that are only believed in one or a few worlds."

"And that moon elf is the top wizard in her world, so the one who came forward to influence her should be..."

Gracia's eyes lit up; "Those three magic goddesses!"

"Damn it, you old man, what kind of agreement did you reach with them to let them interfere with me?"

"I still like your pretended politeness." Asmodeus' figure gradually disappeared from the spot. He did not answer, nor did he give Gracia any chance to pursue him.

"Did he sneak back to the Ninth Floor, Nessus..." Gracia snorted. As the "father" left, her thoughts gradually became clearer. "No, he should have just noticed it and didn't really show up. Otherwise, it would definitely not be as simple as just showing up."

"The Goddess of Magic, the Moon Fairy... Is this the connection between them? Then which goddess is the connection with her?"

In the world where Ron currently lives, there are three magic goddesses, who are in charge of "laws", "creation" and "knowability" respectively. Their status is like the "past", "present" and "future" in some polytheistic religions. However, Gracia thought carefully and did not find any trace of any of them in Gillianis.

The magicians were mostly non-believers or general believers, most of them respected the Magic Goddess, and few of them truly believed in her. The Magic Goddess did not care about this and allowed all spellcasters to cast spells normally. Therefore, almost all spellcasters had more or less traces of their presence.

Gillianis was no exception, except that the marks on her were slightly heavier than those on other spellcasters. Before this, Gracia only thought that this was because her power was stronger.

But now it seems... there are many doubts!
"Could it be that the three magic goddesses have left their marks on the moon elf?" Gracia frowned slightly. To be favored by three gods at the same time, this person is not an ordinary mortal.

But soon, another idea came into her mind: "Two Gillianis... Could it be that there are not three goddesses of magic, but only one!"

"That Moon Elf is now two-in-one, and the god behind her is a trinity!" The Grand Duke of Purgatory relaxed his brows, as if everything became clear, "So that's it, it's Him! That Moon Elf is probably the person He chose, maybe a successor, or maybe just a voter. In short, He specially selected Delusion Land and Ron's group to integrate the Moon Elf into them and make plans for her future!"

"But unfortunately," Gracia's lips showed a sly smile, and she flashed and quickly disappeared in the palace and even the entire sixth level of purgatory, "No matter what you are planning, you have to make way for me!"

At the same time that Gracia disappeared from her territory, in another plane and another space, three pairs of eyes surging with endless magical energy opened at the same time and looked in a certain direction. "It's a pity that the candidate has already been chosen, otherwise, I would like to let that mortal from another world get this opportunity." The pair of eyes in the middle seemed to be looking at the New Green Swamp Town in the delusion land, and Ron and others in the laboratory were reflected in the eyes.

"He extends his creation from known laws, and eventually guides the unknown to the known. He..."

"He is not from this world, and he does not meet the requirements," the left-hand man closed his eyes slightly and murmured, "Gillianis Galanold is the most suitable candidate, and she herself is also interested in developing in this direction."

"Although two consciousnesses are not enough to completely cover all the laws of magic, it is enough. As long as they are slightly guided..."

"If two are fine, why not just one?" A sigh came from under the right pair of eyes. "Everything is knowable. Even if it is unknown now, it will be known one day. Can't one consciousness take care of all forms of magic?"

"Aren't there many gods in other worlds who control magic..."

"You mean the one who was banished to find the stone tablet?" The left eye blinked, "So they died over and over again, generation after generation."

"If this catastrophe had not been so... difficult to resist, we could have stayed here forever without asking for help."

"It's just a different way of achieving the same goal. There's nothing to argue about." Finally, the middle eye closed again, ending the discussion. "The original plan remains unchanged. Once they finish what they are doing, we will proceed to the next step of 'reaction'."

"Speaking of which, the information about the future catastrophe should have been sent to other gods. Those gods who cross the world to affect this place also need to choose their own spokespersons. After all, according to our calculations, under the impact, many connections with other worlds will inevitably be weakened."

"As a god, I must fulfill my duties..."

In the temple of New Green Swamp Town, the Moon Elf seemed to be aware of something and raised her head, looking towards the shrine belonging to the three magic goddesses. After a while, she gained nothing and had to give up this meaningless thinking and focus her attention on Ron.

Today was the sixth day that the witch Polly had forcibly extended the lives of those centaurs. It was also early this morning that Ron finally made the synthesized medicine into a potion, delivered it here personally, and fed it to those centaurs.

"How's it going?" Aik'Zuri, who seemed to have grown a lot bigger after not seeing him for a few days, squeezed next to Ron and watched him put the potion into the mouth of Centaur leader Zentia. "Why didn't she wake up? Didn't you use my blood?"

The little dragon was very happy that he could participate in the great cause of rescuing the residents of the entire territory. When Ron asked him for help before, he drew half a bucket of blood without hesitation. Now his biggest worry was that Ron didn't use the precious blood he contributed.

"I used it, I used it," Ron smiled bitterly and placed his hand on the big head of the black dragon. He wanted to push Exuri away, but he was seriously lacking in rest and he really didn't have the strength to do so. "Don't worry, it's still an important part!"

Just based on the properties of the dragon's blood he discovered, even if it was of no use for treatment, Ron would add it in with the mentality of giving it a try, since it wouldn't conflict with other ingredients anyway.

"Stop making noise, stop making noise!" Bunny lowered her voice, and the noisy young dragon immediately quieted down. She called a few people over and slightly adjusted Zandia's position.

Soon, a whimpering sound with a hint of horse neighing came from the depths of Zandia's throat. The eyelids of the centaur leader moved slightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty... (End of this chapter)