Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

A single eye flashing with a faint green light lit up in the depths of the cave, and along with it appeared the curse of the abyss.

The words in his sentences were vague and abstract, and even the creatures in the material world who were most familiar with the Abyssal language might not be able to accurately understand their meaning. However, regardless of whether they had wisdom, soul, or life, even a piece of stone could clearly feel the malice in the words. Not only that, when those blasphemous words entered the ears of the golden dragon and the white dragons and dragon infantry behind him, a dark red light rose uncontrollably from the depths of their eye sockets, igniting all kinds of negative emotions of irritability and resentment.

Roaring and biting sounds suddenly rang out behind the golden dragon, and the white dragon and those dragon people began to kill each other in an instant. In the first few seconds, they were still struggling to break free from the all-round control from the physical to the mental, but soon, they even lost the consciousness to struggle.

The blood quickly dyed the surrounding green snow red. However, in this "colorful" scene, there was always a figure that did not move at all - the golden dragon.

A twisted shadow that transcends the concepts of worlds and planes shrouded it, blocking out the malice of the abyss. It could be vaguely seen that the shadow seemed to present the side profile of a dragon, but it was soon covered by another emblem.

It was a darker mark, but it had not been distorted into an image that was inconsistent with its original form. It was the shadow of a city-state—the shadow of a city-state shrouded in shadow and half turned to ashes.

"This has no effect on me. My Lord's power is protecting me." The golden dragon spoke in a deep voice. It didn't care whether the subordinates behind it were dead or alive. It just stretched out a dragon claw and reached into the cave.

There was a dull bang, as if a rag bag was filled with air and then smashed into flying rags by a heavy hammer. The vicious sound in the cave disappeared instantly.

But at the same time, all the creatures behind the golden dragon exploded into cloud-like flocs, and the large number of spores that floated out of it instantly wrapped up the body of the golden dragon, forming a thick cocoon.

“… a trifle.”

Even through the thick cocoon, the golden dragon's voice still came out with full energy: "My Lord knows very well that compared to His ascension to God, what the gods cannot allow even more is the abyss interfering with the world - especially when the order of this world is already extremely fragile and facing major challenges."

"You knew full well that I was just an incarnation of my Lord, yet you still chased me straight into the polar regions. Your failure is inevitable."

"This is just a small trick used when I am powerless to resist... It is impossible to use this to pollute my Lord."

As he spoke, waves of disturbing sounds came from the cocoon. It seemed that some extremely violent substance was accumulating and condensing. It would not be long before it would sweep across the snowy land and even a larger area like a prairie fire, and it would even include... the seal that had been loosened several times.

“Fungus Demon Queen… Since you are willing to give up an incarnation, my Lord will certainly not be stingy!” The voice of the Golden Dragon became hoarse, and began to reveal fanaticism and madness. “The eyes of the gods of Mount Heaven are focused on the abyss. Who could have expected that I would be here to detonate the most dangerous bomb in the world in advance!”

"The entire northern part of the world is in chaos! In this chaos, a god will be born! Witness the end of the world, climb the stairs covered with historical dust, and sit on the supreme gray throne!"

"How ridiculous! Tiamat! How ridiculous! Bahamut! A new Dragon God will be born from now on, and I will have the honor of unveiling the curtain of this grand event—"

There seemed to be a faint roar from the sky, but there was no one who could stop it in time. The battle with the abyss could not be stopped just because one wanted to, otherwise the gods would never sit idly by and watch that dangerous plane exist until today. However, just when the direction of this world seemed to inevitably slide to the bottom of the valley, a hand, a hand that no one had imagined, suddenly appeared from the flames, burned the surrounding dangerous fungal spores, and pressed on the cocoon that trapped the golden dragon.

"No, you are not so lucky."

Inside the cocoon, the huge amount of energy that was surging to the point of being out of control was instantly contained and eventually dissipated, like ice and snow in summer. Apart from the tense atmosphere in the air, there was no trace of it left.

"Do not--"

The cocoon quickly began to collapse under the hand, and with the golden dragon's increasingly smaller and sharper roar of unwillingness, it turned into a bright golden gem. When it disappeared with the flip of the wrist, a figure about four meters tall, tall, with dark skin and hair, walked gracefully and stepped onto this land where even ice and snow could not freeze the smell of blood.

His pupils flashed with the blood of hell, and he had a pair of dark red horns on his head. He was wearing a gorgeous black and red outfit, the value of which could surpass the annual expenditure of several mortal kingdoms.

But these are not the most eye-catching part. A scepter, a ruby ​​scepter inlaid with countless treasures, is held in His hand just like billions of years ago. It is rumored that each gem on it symbolizes a kind of power of His. No one knows whether it is true or not, but it undoubtedly shows His power from the side.

Some believe that He is an archdemon who possesses the power of a true god; others believe that He is already a true god - just not a proper god; and some epics tell how He fell from an angel who fought the abyss to His current form.

Like His newest right-hand man, Zariel.

But no matter which statement it was, it all pointed to one fact: He was qualified to sit on equal footing with the gods in terms of power and status. Just like this moment, His incarnation looked up, his eyes piercing through the thick ice fog and snow clouds, facing the gods who were in doubt.

Some of them are gods of this world, while others are projections or aspects of beliefs from other worlds. Their powers vary, but this does not affect the attention they share.

"It's been a long time since we last met. You are still the same as always," the Lord of the Nine Hells showed a hint of mockery on his face, "Sentimental, delicate and cowardly, even though disaster is just around the corner."

"Asmodeus!" After a brief silence, rumbling thunder resounded through the sky, and purple-red lightning tore the world apart, but the lightning that was like a punishment from heaven could not get close to the Grand Duke at all, and could only disappear with regret several meters away from him, leaving behind a charred hole the size of a thumb.

"I advise you to calm down, or do you also want to destroy the world?" The Devil Archduke raised the golden gem in his hand, which once again revealed a bit of the aura of destruction and madness, forcing the bigwigs above to exercise restraint.

"I won't allow it." (End of this chapter)