Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The group of spirit servants who could only throw water balls and wipe the wall were quickly driven outside. Perhaps they could really use water balls and rags to cause considerable trouble to Ron and the others with their numbers, but it was obvious that their commander could not afford to lose this person.

Even a funeral bishop needs to save face - in fact, because of their identity as cultists, when they want face, they need it more than normal people.

"How is this possible? How is this possible..." Maldette was stunned and fell into self-doubt, "It shouldn't be like this! These spirit servants should have other..."

"I'm afraid this is what the ancestor you call a fool did," Ron cast spells on Sera and Ivy. He didn't have time to sympathize with them. The key was to take this opportunity to fight back. "You've been away from the shelter for so long, and you're still planning to use the tools inside? Maybe in their eyes, you're the real fools!"

"Just rest assured and be buried with them!"

"I'm not one of them!" The black-faced corpse collector growled. When Sera charged with his sword, he chose to crawl on all fours. The jagged black scales began to spread from the black dragon tattoo on his head to his entire body. His original skin cracked inch by inch, and large pieces of bone plates turned out, forming the defense of his body surface. When Sera's Canglan Grip slashed at him, a large piece of sparks burst out between the bone plates!

"I will skin you alive!" The language that came out of the corpse-removing mouth, which no longer looked like a human, was also incomprehensible to ordinary people, but the malice in it was not concealed at all. The terrifying force rebounded towards the barbarian, and four extra limbs stretched out from his back and attacked Sera's chest!
With a "clang" sound, the huge tower shield recoiled, turned in the half-elf's hand, and then smashed down again with a tremendous force. The corpse collector retreated several meters, but his two limbs had already become abnormally bent - the weight that fell from the sky brought an unquestionable and unstoppable force, which even this body, which had been strengthened more than twice after alienation, could not withstand.

On the other side, the mental impact of the funeral bishop also collided with the barrier built by Victoria!
"Tsk!"

The priest held the holy emblem in her hand and took a half step back. In front of her, the curtain in the twilight was slowly recovering, but she knew that this speed was far from keeping up with the opponent's spellcasting strength.

In terms of strength alone, this cultist is stronger than his already dead colleague!
"The power of order? Interesting," Maldette sneered, "But don't forget where we are! This is a land of delusion! As for order - my Lord is the only order here!"

"Destruction without any intention has nothing to do with order!" Sylvia waved her hand and summoned a group of huge night hounds. These monsters became stronger with their masters, and with the help of the vampires' spells, they actually slowed down the bishop's steps, preventing him from casting powerful spells. "Children, swallow him!"

"Nighthounds! You earth thieves are indeed evil beings!" The Undertaker obviously knew how difficult it was to deal with these vicious dogs roaming in the ether. Protective halos rose from under his feet, blocking the hounds' progress.

However, although these forces can effectively stop the Night Hound, it is difficult to play the same role in fighting against spells of the same level - especially when the caster is rushing towards him with a sword.

The blade flashing with dazzling lightning slashed at the barrier that Maldette had hastily built. The other colors in the lightning flashed and disappeared. In addition to the failure of the mental shock, the rest of the energy more or less caused considerable damage to the barrier. However, when the funeral bishop was about to counterattack, a rune lit up in front of him, and Ron's figure immediately appeared several meters away. When he rushed again, he appeared from behind the autocephalous bishop, like a ghost.

"How did you do it?!" Maldette gritted his teeth and was exhausted. He was a spellcaster himself. He knew that some mages would choose to practice their melee skills due to style or personal preference - but he had never heard of anyone who could cast so many spells simultaneously while fighting in close combat! Where are the materials? Where is the chanting? Where is the action! Is this lord the incarnation of an elemental creature? ! Maldette was fully convinced that at least half of the spells he had just cast required these three elements!

But no, there was nothing! He didn't even see where the other party's spell book was!

"Are you surprised? That's because you haven't read much." Ron's voice dissipated in Maldette's spell, but it sounded again from behind him, "This is the power of knowledge!"

This is the power that comes from a powerful man who was one of the most powerful wizards a hundred years ago and has improved at double the speed in the last century!

And to an old scholar who has just gotten rid of the pigmentation problem!
Ron swallowed a bottle of alchemical potion while he had time. As an abnormal blood color covered his body, a shadow of a crossbow-shaped weapon flashed behind him, and the crossbow arrow that shot out instantly created a violent explosion!

The Night Hounds fled back to the etheric plane, cursing loudly in Sylvia's mental link - under this saturation bombardment, there was no place for them to stand!

It was not only the hounds that were affected, but Maldet, the target, was in an even worse situation. When the cloudburst subsided, the bishop's figure was no longer there - he crawled up from dozens of meters away in a panic, and he could no longer use five fingers on his hands. The shadow of the black dragon was still protecting him, but all it could do was to ensure that he would not die.

Unlike the Corpse Collector, the Undertaker did not accept the "gift" of changing his own form - he had lost the ability to fight.

In a situation where they were outnumbered, losing half of their combat power was undoubtedly fatal. When Ron and others joined the siege of the corpse collector, the seemingly indestructible bone plates and scales were shattered in less than a moment. The barbarian roared and threw his sword while flying forward, grabbing the opponent's two legs in front and behind and tearing them apart. The cultists were wailing in despair, and blood was flying everywhere. The bishop, who was still alive, widened his eyes and saw the woman who was like a demon holding two halves of her body walking towards him step by step!

"Ron! Earth Thief!" Knowing that he could not survive, Maldette could only raise his voice as high as possible and yell, "If you are still a man, give me a quick death!"

He didn't want to be torn in half alive!

"I will, but only if you cooperate." Several threads of arcane energy easily controlled Maldette's movements, making it impossible for him to die together with his opponent or commit suicide. Ron stepped forward and squatted in front of the funeral bishop who was forced to crawl on the ground. "The first step is to hand over the ring." (End of this chapter)