Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"The corpse collector?"

Ron slightly raised the sword blade that had merged with his arm and pointed it at the two members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society who suddenly appeared.

There was some surprise, but not to the point of being unimaginable - these guys who claimed to be cleaning up the "fragments of the past" for their evil master were probably much more familiar with the stories of this land than he was - to be more precise, their master was very familiar with it.

"It seems that you have met my compatriots, 'Lord'," Ron was obviously recognized, and one of the dark-skinned cultists laughed hoarsely, "Let me guess, since you are still standing here in one piece, their fate must not be very good."

Sera stretched her body, doing warm-up exercises before the battle: "Now that you know, then get out of here! Do you want to die too?!"

"I should be the one to say this," the black-faced cultist turned to his companions, "Come on, how about meeting a new friend? There are more than just corpse gatherers in our organization - this is Bishop Maldet!"

"You don't need to introduce me," the other bald man shrugged, took a step forward and nodded slightly at Ron, "Nice to meet you, Sir Ron. I heard about your reputation from Buckman."

This man was slightly shorter than his companion, but he exuded a dark aura. Ron felt that his spirit was suppressed just by looking at him. If his guess was correct, he should be the one who set the trap and killed Hoffman.

"Why did you kill him?" Ron ignored the other party's fake politeness and just pointed at the dry man on the ground who was already dead. "You buried a trap in this man's body. Why? Even if you leave him alone, he may not live long."

Hoffman, who has always been shrouded in hunger, firmly believes that his compatriots are still alive, but it is hard for him to say after he has a full stomach - once this layer of window paper is pierced by his subconscious mind, all that awaits him will be despair and collapse.

"On the one hand, it was to hide our whereabouts, but unfortunately, we ran into you just when we turned back," the funeral bishop said in a deep voice, "On the other hand, he is my elder after all, so it is only natural for me to see him off."

"Elder?" Ivy looked thoughtfully at a pile of bones on the high stools. "Hoffman said before that this person is also called Maldette..."

"That was my great-grandfather," Bishop Maldette said without hiding anything. "Another fool, but fortunately he died a long time ago, so I don't have to bear the name of 'kinslayer'."

Although the funeral bishop said this, no one could see any worry or guilt on his face. They were probably very happy to do this, but just couldn't make it in time.

Ron probably guessed his origins: "Descendant of the wanderers? Or those rebels?"

"Is that what this fool calls us?" Maldette sneered disdainfully. "It should be 'the awake ones'."

"At the beginning, my ancestors spread the stories of the Kingdom of Falama. Although they did not agree, they did not oppose it. But soon we realized that the Kingdom of Falama was just a clown pushed to the front, and there was someone else behind them. Some of the tribesmen left quietly and 'ran into' a few wanderers - later they knew that this was all arranged by our Lord."

"We know about the great existence of our Lord, and we have begun to try to awaken these fools and make them face reality. As long as they pledge allegiance to our Lord, they can not only escape the inevitable fate of the 'Earth Thieves', but also have the honor of serving the Supreme Being! But unfortunately, they are all too stupid, and their brains cannot accept this fact."

"We had no choice but to try more radical methods." "But you couldn't even defeat a group of fools in your eyes," Sera grinned, "That's it?"

"That's because we have more important things to do!" Maldette's forehead was bulging with veins, and he growled, "We are the main contributors to the expansion of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society! The sacrifices we made are simply beyond your comprehension!"

"So, what are you doing back here now?"

Ron looked at this strange combination of the corpse collector and the funeral bishop and asked slowly, "Is there finally time to settle the accounts now?"

"No, we are just following the guidance of our Lord," the corpse collector took a step forward, "but we didn't expect to encounter such a big fish here. Maldette, what do you think?"

"What else can we think of?" The funeral bishop opened his hands, and an invisible wave spread outward with him as the center. "It's time for us to make achievements!"

"I've always felt that the so-called cultists are not very smart," Victoria struck the ground with her shield, and the twilight light immediately blocked the opponent's mental impact. "There are only two of you. We have the advantage in numbers."

"Number? When you become powerful enough, does number really have any meaning?" Maldette sneered and asked, "Of course, you are fools after all, despicable land thieves, so it's normal that you can't understand - then I'll try another way!"

"Spiritual service!"

Suddenly, Maldette took out a badge filled with magical energy, raised it high and activated it. Within the sight of Ron and the others, a large number of Olympiad servants emerged from the wall and rushed over here like a tide. In less than a moment, they surrounded the five people!

"This is the number you want!" Maldet sneered and waved his hand, "In the name of the spiritual servant commander, in the name of the Maldet family! Spirit servants, kill these intruders!"

The order of the funeral bishop actually had an effect on the spirit servants. Thousands of arcane servants immediately emitted sharp buzzing sounds. The arcane light on their bodies quickly turned red. The bodies between entities and spirits also emitted sharp buzzing sounds: "Instructions received, execute the cleanup procedure!"

These arcane servants had not demonstrated their ability to attack before, so Ron and the others had no idea how powerful they were. But just looking at the scale was enough to make people feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

And when they all pounce on you together, it's even more suffocating!
Even if Ron was fully alert, it was difficult for him to take care of the surrounding environment. In an instant, the attack of one of the spirit servants caused a splash of water on his body, and another spirit servant immediately responded by taking out a rag and smearing it on Ron.

"Execute cleanup procedures!"

Maldette: “…Ah?” (End of this chapter)