Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Perglan, the former priestess of the Molten Iron Wall, escaped from the cult and fainted in the snow. It was the men led by Zandia who rescued her and brought her to the Land of Delusion.

However, after Ron and others returned from Rose City, Perglan, who had almost recovered, had already said goodbye and left. Otherwise, the presence of a priest more powerful than Bunny in charge of this demonic plague crisis would probably have eased some of the pressure on others.

It’s a pity that there is no contact information for her here. As far as Ron and others know, they know nothing about her current situation.

"How is it, did you help them?"

In an inconspicuous small city-state in the city-state alliance, in the somewhat dilapidated Tyr Temple, a nun without armor was kneeling in front of the statue of the God of Justice, her eyelids slightly raised.

A monk in an old gray robe stood behind her, lowering his head with sparse hair on top, and looking at her with a smile.

The nun was Perglen, who had been here for some time, while the monk in gray robe had only recently appeared in the temple. Although he was not a follower of Tyr, out of a sense of morality and justice, the other priests here allowed this pagan from a foreign land who believed in a non-evil god to stay for the time being.

During these few days, he had become familiar with everyone else. Even if he behaved in a way that was out of the ordinary, everyone would show a certain degree of understanding due to his different culture and beliefs.

But in the past two days, he seemed to have suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth. No matter how hard others searched, they could not find any trace of him. What surprised these priests even more was that the nun also disappeared with him.

Even if they sat down next to these two people, they would not be able to detect their presence at all.

"I'm just repaying you for saving my life. It's not really a help," Perglen whispered. Although she knew that none of the church members here could sense her, she still subconsciously lowered her voice. "I have to thank you for this, Your Excellency the Hundred Faces."

If this being had not suddenly appeared before her, she would have no idea that such a big thing had happened in her delusion.

"Same here. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the chance to intervene." The gray-robed bald monk smiled and narrowed his eyes. "After all, my authority is not as great as those 'adults'. What's more, what I'm good at is leading these people to my death. Reviving them is not my forte."

"Even so, all I can do is save those dying lives."

Perglen still knelt in front of the statue, without turning back to look at Ernest. It was not safe for mortals to face gods without any preparation, especially for believers like her who had converted to other gods.

"But... you are also the 'Ender of Law', right? Can't you just put an end to this plague?"

"It's not that easy to deal with the affairs of the undead," Ernest's incarnation was silent for a moment, "Not to mention that they are the dragon clan. These guys can leave their own echoes in various planes. How can I, a weak god who can't even spread my faith to this world, directly interfere in their affairs?"

Perglen lowered her eyes again. Although this being said so, and rumors among mortals usually classified this being as "weak divine power", as a priest of Tyr, she would never dare to compare or even despise him. Gods are gods after all, and the so-called "weak" and "powerful" are just wishful rankings of mortals, just like they forcibly give those beings who have no actual gender the nicknames of "he" and "she".

If this god really wanted to end the disaster in Delusion Land directly, then He could definitely do it, but there were various reasons why He couldn't really do so.

And in fact, Perglen knew that this god was not completely inactive. Judging from the actions He deliberately showed her (if it was not intentional, she would not have had the chance to see it), He might have used his authority to interfere with the results of Ron's development of the antidote.

"Don't spread this around, little girl," Ernest said immediately, probably sensing her thoughts, "You are thinking about these things in front of the statue of Tyre. What if your gods come to trouble me?"

"The meaning of my authority is to restrict and terminate those bold attempts and incorrect spellcasting that go against common sense and laws, and to pronounce the 'death date' of these experiments and magic. Is Ron's attempt to extract and transform chemical substances to obtain substances that meet the requirements against the law?"

Obviously not! If this is a problem... then "The End of Magic" can really be interpreted as "the one who ends all magic"!

"In fact, it can be considered a small change, just a little bit." Ernest stared at the statue of Tyr in front of him. After a few minutes, under the "watch" of this incomplete god with wrapped eyes and missing right hand, He still expressed a certain degree of compromise. "There are several problems with the reaction conditions in his experiment. There is no way to produce a reaction under the environment of this world, or the output is not enough to support his next experiment."

"But his time is limited, and he is not allowed to conduct a lot of trial and error. What's wrong with me covering it up a little? After this incident is settled, I will naturally not allow him to exploit such loopholes again."

"But he will definitely find other paths. For someone who has a complete theoretical and practical system, this is not a difficult task."

Perglen was stunned. She didn't understand why the god had to explain this to her, and in such a complaining tone. But when she looked at the lower half of the statue in front of her, she seemed to understand something.

Naturally, Perglen could not get involved in matters of this level, but in Ernest's eyes, as his explanation ended, the faint aura in the statue slowly dissipated. He knew that this was the impartial god revered in many worlds who agreed with his statement.

Ernest slowly breathed a sigh of relief. If this person disagreed and insisted on arguing with him... he didn't have any good ideas.

Of course, most gods are different from what ordinary believers claim them to be. From what Ernest knows, this god of justice... is not always so just.

Otherwise, why were His eyes gone?

However, it is fine if this kind of thing is spread among gods in a small circle, but spreading it everywhere will easily cause trouble for yourself. The multiverse means infinite possibilities, and Ernest does not want to have more "possibilities" that are not so wonderful for no reason. (End of this chapter)