Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Mice can sniff and steal, but don't forget, they also have fangs that are sharp enough to gouge through flesh."

A young male voice sounded from the direction of the village entrance. When the two cultists looked back, they saw several hidden arrows shot from all directions. They were packed with powerful force, but when the two tried to find the ambusher, there were only sharp ridicules in the mountains and forests around the village.

"If you can only rely on sneak attacks to hurt me, then you can go to hell," Wright said with a gloomy face, looking at the five strangers who just appeared at the entrance of the village again, "No matter where you are mercenaries or adventurers, or what mission you have - get out, or die with them!"

"I should be the one to say this," the young man who was obviously the leader raised his hand to adjust his collar and stared at the two strangers who were obviously not good people. "But it seems that you have committed murder in my territory, so you don't have the option of 'get out'."

"The war here was started because of you, right? Who are you employed by? Who are you loyal to? Why did you do this? If you tell the truth, I can let you go in peace."

Ron raised his hand, and the texture of metal flowed out from the jade in the crook of his arm, flowing on his arm, and finally condensed into a short bow in his palm, pointing at the two people in front of him. The transmission error caused by unfamiliarity with the target location was much larger than expected, so they had to travel an extra distance to arrive here, and now it seemed that they were already quite late.

This made Ron feel much worse, or rather, it made all of them feel worse.

"So it's you. Are you the 'last lord' who is delusional?" The female cultist looked at Ron and suddenly said, "Fate is a wonderful thing. We were planning to visit you in a few days, but we didn't expect to meet you here - but it's okay."

She lifted her dark robe to Ron and knelt down to salute him pretentiously: "It's an honor to meet you, Sir Ron - the corpse collector of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society, Martha greets you. The person next to me is Wright, who is at the same level as me."

"You have a lot of questions, but unfortunately, we have never had the obligation to explain to the dead, and the same goes for the dying. The only thing I can tell you is that these people, even these demons, are just an insignificant part of the Lord's great plan that has been temporarily shelved. When the time was not yet ripe, the Lord forgave them with a merciful heart, but since they are unwilling to die on their own, it is up to us, the corpse collectors, to carry out the Lord's will."

"Am I included in this?" Ron looked at the other person steadily and suddenly asked.

"...You underestimate us. Such clichés are useless," Martha laughed. However, as she laughed, a dark red dangerous beam of light suddenly exploded and went straight for Ron's head!
"Boom!" An explosion far more powerful than ordinary spells blasted on the surface of a tower shield, causing the bright runes to seem to have suffered a considerable impact. They flashed several times before slowly stabilizing.

"I knew it," the face of the half-elf appeared behind the tower shield. Her body drove the huge shield to swing, and it slammed into the boxing gloves that followed the spell. "Want a sneak attack? Get past me first!" The flaming sword was just a helper for Ivy to adjust her rhythm, but when she swung the tower shield that was supposed to be used for defense, the two cultists suddenly felt the pressure like a mountain.

As solid as a mountain! As heavy as a landslide! Even they definitely don't want to be hit head-on by that shield!
But in this world, many things can't be avoided without thinking about them, just like the filthy demons and the remnants of Falama didn't want to be disturbed, but they were still slaughtered. When the tower shield with a huge shadow moved, a big sword and another shield made of living wood would inevitably move together.

"Behind them, there were arrows containing various spells and more direct arcane bombardments."

"Two high-level spellcasters!" Wright and Martha looked at each other and saw the horror in their companion's eyes. According to the information they had obtained, the territory established on the Delusion Land should have only been a little over a year old, and before that, these "debtors" were just refugees - so where did these two high-level spellcasters come from?

No, to be precise, it should be three!

In the dusk, another layer of twilight like a curtain quietly descended around everyone. It was so peaceful and "normal" that the two people from the Gray Ruins Dragon Society did not realize what had happened until several spells and attacks fell into the air - that priest! That priest could actually unleash the power of the sanctuary!
"Sleep in the twilight, both of you." The protection brought by the twilight guardian allowed Victoria to deflect the attacks of the two cultists again. Under the divine magic, her defense was no weaker than Ivy's tower shield. As the holy light rushed out from her body and gathered into a soft light with a radius of more than ten meters, the two people who had just started a killing spree fell into a complete disadvantage.

They were still confident that they could inflict heavy damage on the next batch of uninvited targets - as long as they could really hit them once - just once!
"This won't work!" Wright roared and swung his fist, temporarily knocking back the barbarian who rushed over. He then used this opportunity to forcefully activate a chain blade filled with blasphemous energy, and chopped off the foul demon that was trying to sneak attack from behind, "Give me a chance!"

A look of dejection flashed across Martha's face, which had nothing to do with the cultist's mood. When she raised her eyelids again, the black dragon tattoo on her bald head suddenly lit up with a dim light!

really!

Ron and the others suddenly understood. The other party kept calling them "Lord", but in their fantasy land, there was only one existence that could truly deserve this title - the black dragon lich!
When he just saw the pattern before, Ron couldn't make a conclusion, but when the familiar and disgusting aura appeared, there was no need to say more about the mastermind behind the scenes. The power of the dragon lich was indeed not limited to the corner of the delusion!

It had been hiding before, but now, with the changes in the north, with the defeat of the demon lord, and with its own plan entering the final stage, it began to gather its strength!
But the cultist obviously did not do this to confirm Ron and the others' conjecture. As the black dragon tattoo was activated, a decayed and gray aura emanated from Martha's body, and the surrounding twilight light was immediately eroded and disintegrated - or to be more precise, under the influence of that aura, the twilight was irreversibly stepping into the night! (End of this chapter)