Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Heim...what's going on?!"

Victoria opened her eyes wide in astonishment and tried to use other magic to reverse the process, but all her efforts were in vain - just like the night that gradually spread across the sky, her twilight also fell into darkness.

"It seems that your god can't give you power in another kingdom of God, little priest!" Martha grinned, even though her next attack was blocked by the opponent's kite-shaped shield, because it meant that the opponent's magic could no longer work as usual, "Face the reality! This is the earthly kingdom of my Lord!"

"Bullshit, you lich!" Sera cursed angrily, and the Grip of the Blue Wave slashed down at the bald head, "Just relying on it?! Just relying on you!"

"Don't mention that your 'Lord' is just a lich now. Even if he is a real god, he may not be able to block the power of other gods." Ron's voice came from behind. The surging waves wrapped in lightning came like a sharp weapon, and the hidden fluctuations in it touched the nerves of the cultists.

“How dare you—” A scimitar appeared in Martha’s hand, allowing her to resist the violent barbarians even without her companions. “Blasphemer, you deserve to die!”

At the same time, Wright, who had disappeared as the darkness spread, strangely appeared behind Ron. The heavy gloves in his hands abnormally did not make any sound or power, and approached the back of Ron's head silently and at an extremely fast speed.

Imagining the young lord's head exploding like a juicy fruit, a cruel smile appeared on the cultist's face. This move was a blessing bestowed by his "God", which enabled him to silently eliminate those difficult enemies with one blow, and he would never fail - as long as they did not know his power.

This was a despicable attack that was almost unsolvable in the initial battle, which helped Wright kill many enemies of the cult, and even competitors within the cult, and eventually enabled him to ascend to the position of "Corpse Collector" and become a high-level "clergyman" in the Gray Ruins Dragon Society.

Although killing Ron and completely subverting his territory were not their main mission, these seemingly mob-like mortals had considerable flaws, and Wright felt that this could be an opportunity to try to be loyal to the Lord.

Yet he was doomed to fail.

"Ah--Ouch--" A series of horrifying howls sounded without warning in the darkness around him. Wright saw that the vampire, who had no outstanding features except for his physique, suddenly turned his head and stared at his body with a pair of scarlet eyes.

She can see herself!

Wright was horrified and didn't dare to continue testing. However, nearly two dozen huge monsters suddenly appeared in the air around him. They looked like black hounds, but they had human faces. They howled and pounced on him! Damn it, why are there night hounds here? !
"When you think you are a hunter in the darkness, you have already become the prey," Sylvia said with a hint of sarcasm on her face. The other party's concealment power was very advanced, but she could not see through it, but that did not mean that the real dark hunters could not find it either. "Darkness shrouds every living being equally, and using it is not anyone's specialty."

Is it her?! Wright struggled to escape from the siege of the Nighthounds. These hounds may not be stronger than the undead creatures below the mountain and the orcs on the mountain, but their strange characteristics make it impossible for a fighter to choose to be their enemy. The cultists reunited with the help of their comrades. Now those hidden ambushers turned into open besiegers, constantly threatening and roaring at the two cultists.

"What a shame," Martha glanced at Wright, "You couldn't even touch that guy's hair."

Wright's eyes kept moving with the actions of the opponents around him. He pursed his lips and did not argue with Marda - he and she both knew that when the opponent had more eyes, claws and teeth, even the most foolproof attack would have a very slim chance of success.

Just as these mortals who were destined to offer firewood for their Lord's ascension to the Godhood said: the Lord has not yet achieved the last step - so the power that these believers can obtain is relatively limited. It is certainly easy to deal with ordinary mortals, but it is a bit difficult to confront these few head-on.

But fortunately, they believed in more than one person - otherwise, the dragon lich would not have been able to hide until today without being caught.

Wright and Martha looked at each other, and then simultaneously let out a sharp cry that no one could hear! Then, their flesh and blood quickly swelled and twisted!
Wright's eyes rolled out of his sockets like glass beads and fell to the ground, while the iron chain gloves on his hands broke apart, revealing two huge bloodshot eyeballs. Dozens of tentacles burst out and rolled back towards Ivy and Sera who were closest to him. Martha's flesh and blood body collapsed and dissipated, revealing a spirit inside that looked like a stain or a shadow. Strange blue-black fluids crawled quickly over the surface that could no longer be called flesh like snakes, corroding and healing it, and releasing incomprehensible mist in the midst of this contradiction.

"Are they sacrificing themselves to hell?!" Ivy swung her sword and used flames to cut off several tentacles in front of her, but these bloody horrors were inexhaustible and continued to extend from around Wright's eyes. And this was not the most fatal part. The chaotic rays that continued to rush from the eyes to the world were their biggest threat. Those rays were not real spells, but pure chaotic energy, with destructive power that frightened Ron. Even Ivy's tower shield could not withstand such erosion and had partially collapsed.

On the other side, Victoria's defense also became difficult. The spirits transformed by the cultists were incredibly fast and cunning. Even though the divine defenses were almost impeccable, they would still be eroded and corrupted. Beads of sweat dripped from the priest's temples, and the holy emblem in his hand was almost operating to its limit.

Driver's support in the dark never stopped, but the current situation was obviously beyond the control of a ranger. His arrows and divine arts were completely useless. The two demons transformed from cultists - Ron was sure that they had turned into such enemies - did not fall for his tricks at all.

"We are getting closer to the truth." Just when Ivy had to expose herself to the tentacles and rays in order to protect Sera, a barrier of nothingness was built in front of her, blocking the fatal blow for the half-elf. The slightly broken body of the foul moth appeared beside them, flapping its wings. It was her masterpiece.

"But it's not hell. They sacrificed themselves to the master of the abyss." (End of this chapter)