Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

When the human wizard - Luibod was 100% sure that he was a wizard - swung his arm and slashed the sword at the black dragon's shadow again, Luibod heard a roar of shock and anger in his mind with a dull look, which came from the rage of the dragon lich.

As the shadow of the black dragon turned into flying fragments like broken glass, the protective barrier it bestowed on its believers was actually broken by a mortal!
"Looks like you lost," Ron pulled back, avoiding the angry counterattack of the Undertaker after his protective power was broken. However, he did not immediately launch the next attack, but deliberately paused for a moment, "Prepare to die."

“Absolutely impossible!” An inhuman roar emanated from the throat of the funeral bishop. He still had one last desperate means of resistance. Although this should have been his hope of turning the tables, now he thought that he could only force it to survive. “You don’t understand at all—”

Ron seemed not to care at all what the other party thought he understood or did not understand. He pounced again, and a bright lightning was gathering at the tip of his sword - that was the power of the gem from the past.

Just when Luibold was preparing to make one last effort and fight to the death, a loud shout that he had thought would never be heard again suddenly came from the side - it was the "bad omen" Sarlona!

"Louis, I'm here to help you!"

A pair of daggers leaping with magical energy rushed out from the side without warning, blocking Ron's attack for Louis Pod. The scarlet pupils of the drow assassin glanced back and quickly retracted, leaving only a short and powerful voice echoing in the ears of the bishop: "You must have something prepared that you haven't used yet, right?! I'll buy you some more time! Hurry up - I can't hold on for too long!"

Luibod subconsciously looked at the deep scar under Sarona's ribs, and glanced at the direction she had just rushed to: there, the male drow standing on the opposite side was already dying, and three piercing wounds almost took his life. But the opponent was on the advantageous side after all, so he was quickly surrounded by people, and Luibod could see the healing energy that was lit up.

Should we say it is indeed a "bad omen"? Luibold felt a little relieved. These drow...are really useful.

"Don't worry! Help me hold him back for a while! It will be done soon!" The bishop regained his spirits and responded loudly, "This is the home ground I built!"

The light of the shield on Roan's body flickered and disappeared, deflecting Sarona's counterattack: "Your home court? What are you going to do?"

"You'll know soon!" Luibold snorted coldly, no longer paying attention to Ron's indirect attacks, and began to chant a long spell or prayer, "To my Supreme Lord... The mortal world will eventually perish. This is a gift brought by tyranny, ignorance, greed and suspicion. They will attack and kill endlessly, nourish every inch of land with blood, and use..."

Everyone was surprised to see that as the other party chanted, the battlefield covered with corpses of goblins, drow or shadow guards, every spot of the ground soaked with blood began to show an abnormal gray luster. Ron subconsciously wanted to summon the gray mist. After all, it looked similar to the power of the Ender from the outside to the inside. However, strangely, the originally active gray mist became silent and showed no reaction.

"My Lord, what happened?" Sarona's voice came with the sound of weapons colliding, "Do you need me to--"

"No," Ron immediately returned to his thoughts, "It's just an unexpected incident that has nothing to do with the plan. Everything is as usual."

However, despite saying this, Ron had to focus some of his energy on the ground nearby. He could feel that something underground seemed to be gradually awakening with the bishop's prayers!

What is he trying to summon? His "Lord"?!
"Ron!" Louis Pod's voice sounded again with hatred and pleasure, and it seemed that his chanting had ended. "You villain who stole the power of my Lord! Open your eyes and watch, this is the real power of this land - wake up, witness it! The malice of the mortal world will surely devour you all in turn!" The corpses stood up again under the gaze of countless eyes. Their bodies seemed to be filled with infinite power that did not belong to them, and it was even possible to burst their bodies that had just died at any time. Driven by this power, these corpses, which had nothing to do with their previous strength, attacked everything around them with hatred for the living!

Ivy and the others blocked part of the attack as quickly as possible, buying time for Kalade and his goblins to react. However, as the battle continued, they found that this did not solve the problem at all.

Like most undead creatures, these dead have a toughness that the living cannot have. Even if their bodies are broken into pieces, they can still continue to fight. But unlike most undead creatures, Victoria's dispelling power does not work on them!

"They were born to fight. No force can stop them from going to the battlefield!" The bishop, who was called "funeral" but was doing the work of digging graves, watched this scene unconsciously, and in his hands, he seemed to be brewing some other spells, "Sorona, come here!"

The drow assassin's pointed ears trembled slightly, and her short sword quickly intersected with Ron several times in a certain agreed-upon pattern, then she leaped back and withdrew from the battle.

Ron pretended to chase, but Luibod did not give him the chance to continue his "performance". With the arrival of Sarona, a ray of light with teleporting properties immediately enveloped them. In just a blink of an eye, the two disappeared from the spot.

The corpses around that looked quite intimidating suddenly seemed to have lost the source of their power. As the light on the land dissipated, they fell to the ground one after another.

"Run away..." Ron raised his eyebrows slightly. So such a big fuss was just a cover?

"Why are you running?!" Thousands of meters away, two figures appeared one after the other beside the swamp shrouded in the night. Zhuo Er looked at the bald man beside him who no longer had a black dragon lingering on his head with dissatisfaction, and looked at him reproachfully, "What did you just awaken? It seems that we still have a chance to win!"

"You don't understand!" Luipaud's face was pale at this moment. He held his knees and gasped for breath. "That is the extension of my power. It is the malice of all the destroyers of this land for more than a dozen centuries towards their successors... The 'battlefield' I created is far from being able to exert its power. For this reason, it is ready to swallow us up as well. That is determined by its nature."

"If you don't want to die, you can only run away - damn it, I thought the goblins plus some drow would be enough, but I didn't expect there would be such strict restrictions..."

"What restrictions?" Sarona asked quite naturally. Luibod, who was taking the time to recover his strength, did not notice her little movements at all.

"Regarding the 'warring parties,'" the funeral bishop's face suddenly turned from white to gold, and a mouthful of blood came up from his body, "Wow!" "My Lord's power has not yet truly dominated the entire world, so the 'civilization' He recognizes is limited to the races that have established settlements of varying sizes in the Delusion Land. Goblins and drow... are not included in the list for the time being."

"So the evil will not come to you either, but me," the bishop smiled bitterly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and touched his round ears, "Although I don't want to admit it, I am still a human being now." (End of this chapter)