Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

There are usually two types of cults. One imitates the structure of many orthodox churches, has a fixed belief orientation, and has internal structures and class stratifications in the usual sense. This is not necessarily a reflection of order, and many believers of the abyss demon lords also follow this path.

The other kind is like an infectious disease imposed on the world for no reason, composed of people who are fanatically devoted to the mutant demons or evil demon overlords. Chaos and madness are the most common words used to describe them. These organizations have a strange connection with their dark masters. Even sects serving the same master will not regard each other as allies. Instead, they are more likely to fight to the death because of conflicting plans.

The Gray Ruins Dragon Society is an even more distorted group. In short, it is a repeated superposition and mixture of the two structures mentioned above, using a large number of errors and redundancies to cover up the true beliefs of the core members.

In the eyes of the world, this is a mysterious sect that acts low-key and secretively. It is even unclear whether it should be classified as a cult. Internally, a large number of peripheral members who are crazy because they follow different paths attack and kill each other, and the so-called "core members" are not much different from them.

However, beneath these appearances, there is a group of fanatical cultists who follow a certain dragon lich - under the influence of that powerful being, they are extremely successful in hiding, and even deceived those lords and masters who pretended to be loyal to them. So that when they are in desperate situations, they can even use various means to gain the full support of those deceived lords!

The two people in front of me are like this!
"Is this even possible?!" Sylvia stared at the Filthy Demon in amazement, "Are all the people in the Abyss a bunch of brainless idiots?"

"Some are indeed." If the filthworms had a mouth structure similar to that of humans, she would probably twitch her lips. "In that chaotic place, many creatures are indeed brainless, in various senses."

"But others... I can't touch that level, but I think they should know."

"They just let their power be stolen?!"

“They don’t care.”

Some beings give power to the world in order to spread love and justice among the people, some beings lend power to mortals for some conspiracy or transaction, and some beings throw power into the material world... they only want to see killing, killing, killing.

As for who killed whom, where, when, and how many were killed, those are actually some insignificant trivial matters.

"Really..." Sera cursed, "No wonder you want to 'abandon the dark and join the dark' and go to hell!"

"My choice has nothing to do with this. I am just stating the facts." The Filthy Demon intercepted another chaotic energy ray. "We will talk about this later. How can we defeat them now? I don't have any power!"

"It's okay, I have it." Ron said quickly, and at the same time, his fingers outlined several complicated runes in the air - that was the result of Gillianis and Elden's improvement on the Ash Rune, which could prevent those powers from being directed to other worlds and causing unnecessary trouble.

The price is that the power of these runes will be greatly weakened, and the casting process will be more troublesome.

"Thunderbolt!" As the last stroke came down, a brilliant flash of lightning suddenly flashed in Ron's eyes. The lightning in the spiritual world turned into substance, attracting the arcane energy in the natural environment to fall to the ground, and smashed straight into Wright's head, which no longer had eyes.

Above the head covered with blood and other unknown organizations, the shadow of a black dragon flashed and disappeared, and after a brief resistance, it was shattered into ashes, followed by Wright's former head and part of his torso.

"It worked, good job!" Driver's voice rang out from a distance, "Ron, do it again!"

The armed amethyst arm turned into an enchanted blade and slashed to the side, splitting a stream of filthy arcane that was chasing after him like a magic missile. Ron had no time to care about Marda who was quickly stopped by his companions, and stared closely at the cultist who had been "theoretically" severely injured.

Only in theory. After all, a normal person's eye sockets are empty, and after his hands have turned into giant eyeballs, it is difficult for him to show his fierce aggression as before.

And now, even though the "object" had been almost split into a "concave" shape by lightning, its entire head had disappeared, and a large part of its chest had also disappeared, he still stood there with a charred body, and just stopped attacking temporarily. Dead? No? Resurrection? Self-healing? Proliferation? One thought after another flashed through Ron's mind, and the weaving preface that no longer materialized was running to the extreme, pre-setting all the targeted preset plans for him in advance.

But no, nothing happened. "Wright" did not fall down, nor did it start to move. The tentacles that seemed to be endless before also stopped moving, as if its previous growth was all imaginary.

He, or should I say it, the wound surface that was carbonized by lightning did not change at all, everything seemed to be stagnant.

"What's going on?" Ron frowned. He carefully took out several bottles of alchemical potions from his backpack. Those were dosage forms that would not be mass-produced or sold. They greatly enhanced Ron's own abilities. Although the side effects were significant, in this case, their consumption was necessary and valuable.

When adventuring alone, any carelessness could be fatal, and he must...

Ron retracted his leg that was about to step forward, as if something was wrong.

Alone? No, that's not right. There should be more than one person around here, very close to him. There must be something...

Ron's enhanced vision enveloped the empty and dark space around him, but he found nothing. There was no sign of any living or even dead things around him. He seemed to be in a wilderness. The funny thing was that even this "wilderness" did not exist!
Something is wrong, of course it is wrong.

Ron rolled his huge eyeballs and looked forward in confusion. There should have been something there just now. That was the right thing to do.

Otherwise, why would he take so many potions...potions?
Ron opened his wide mouth, revealing his double-layered, needle-like teeth. A smaller eyestalk seemed to have retained some habits that did not belong to him, scratching the upper part of the main eyeball, while another eyestalk that looked like jade had some leathery thing hanging on it - what was that?

"Ron! Ron!"

The violent shaking could not wake the person in her arms. Sylvia's eyes revealed a kind of madness that did not belong to her. The shocking black fog that was thought to have been taken away by the lich spread around again. The strange roar faintly coming from it shocked Martha's spirit form and kept shaking. The fatal attacks that could have been avoided originally all fell on it.

However, this could not defeat it, just as Ron's lightning strike, which was obviously beyond Wright's tolerance, could not wipe out the other party. Martha was just broken into a large number of fragments, and then quickly reassembled in an open space.

"What did you do to him?!"

"What did you do? Hahaha..." A creepy laugh came from the spirit. "What can we do? It's just to let him sleep well. Our Lord seems to have put a lot of pressure on him. In order to gain such a powerful force in a short period of time, his burden is not small. Could it be that he never mentioned it to you?"

"Relax, he will wake up without all the baggage, and he will get what he wants and become even stronger. Wright was badly injured by him, and he was supposed to fight him in his dream, but now it seems impossible."

"Then why does he keep up this trick?" The power that should have been exhausted by the Filthy Demon was condensed again, and he cooperated with others to suppress Martha's resistance. "This is meaningless!"

"No, it makes sense, very much so..." Martha laughed in a low voice.

"Haven't you ever heard of a being that can make nightmares come true and reproduce from them?" (End of this chapter)