Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The corrupted silver dragon, who thought he was about to escape from the crazy mortal, couldn't help but let out a desperate roar when he collided with Sera again.

She has power that is infinitely close to that of her master, and can even act as a "stand-in" to deceive the lords of the abyss and the demons of purgatory! When she appeared here and was ready to bury these blasphemers in her eyes in one fell swoop, she never thought that things would fall to this point in just ten minutes!
What went wrong? What went wrong!
The silver dragon turned its gaze towards the young human spellcaster in confusion and horror. Was it the gem? The gem she had used as a trap? This was impossible!
If there really was such a powerful force in there, how could she not discover it?! Besides, besides! Power is not unconditional, and the power of the caster is even more so! A spell that can save a person who is about to be burned to ashes intact cannot be used directly like this! Whether it is a magic prop or a scroll, it should be like this!

"Are you stupid? I have friends behind me!"

With the barbarian's heroic laughter, the blazing sword once again struck her dragon wings, leaving a dark scorch mark on them. The burning heat that seemed to come from the otherworldly world made the silver dragon roar in pain, and its huge body was covered with another layer of silver luster, and it fled towards the exit of the shelter.

"You are just ants... My Lord will not let you go!"

Since she dared to say such cruel words, Ron and others would certainly not let her escape like this. However, as the main force of the battle, the barbarians had limited means after all. They were unable to stop the corrupted silver dragon. They could only watch as the dragon smashed a big hole in the rock wall and spread its wings to fly into the sky.

Although the dragon's body is strong, its magical power should not be underestimated. Even if the dragon's wings are damaged, it will not affect her escape speed - provided that there is no one waiting there.

Ron and the others who were still in the shelter and had not yet chased out heard a blast outside that was like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth. The entire shelter was shaken. That was the power of the moon elves. Gillianis might not know what happened in the shelter, but when she saw a silver dragon suddenly escape from it, she certainly knew what she should do.

A space rift suddenly opened up behind the people, and an elf's slender but powerful arm stretched out from it: "Go from here! The outside is about to collapse!"

"Can you come in?" Ron hurried forward to grab it, and his companions jumped into the crack together. Before the entire rift collapsed inward, they left the range of the ruins and reappeared above the rift.

"I could have always done that if I didn't care whether it was destroyed or not," Gillianis's voice came from her arm armor, "but it seems that it doesn't matter now, right?"

"That's about right," Ron nodded. "I just heard you fighting with the silver dragon. How was it?"

"To be more precise, I killed it. It had no intention of competing with me," the Moon Elf stretched out her hand, a ball of dark red and black blood solidified in her palm, "It paid a small price for not being able to keep her - that guy ran very fast."

"Maybe their defense was broken. The battle that was originally a sure win was actually suppressed, and not even one person was replaced." Ron glanced at Sera. She had completely recovered to normal at this moment, and the Canglan Grip in her hand had returned to its normal state.

The scene just now was probably the gaze of the god in charge of war. Sera always needs his supervision during every battle, and it seems that he really called him down.

"Unfortunately, it seems that this battle is destined not to be my chance to ascend to Valhalla," Sera sighed regretfully, "In fact, I think this is a good opportunity..."

"And Glom has already extended an olive branch to me. Should I just…"

"Your god is more than just the 'God of the Dead'," Ivy patted her friend's shoulder, "You were able to survive a battle like that, he might be very happy!" "Grom sent an incarnation?" Gillianis's eyes fixed, "Can you tell me in detail what happened next?"

Ron told the Moon Elf everything he had seen: "It wasn't an incarnation, it was probably a blessing or something like that, which allowed Sera to defeat the silver dragon at the cost of burning her own body and soul! In the end, your gem saved her life, otherwise she would have become the sacrifice for this blessing."

"Ordinary people don't have this qualification. If one could obtain such power by 'casually' sacrificing oneself, there wouldn't be so many priests and contract magicians," the moon elf said. "But what do you mean by 'my gem saved her life'?"

This time it was Ron's turn to be stunned: "What do you mean?"

"I don't think the acceleration spell can save her, even if you use up all the stored times - it's not like you don't know how to use it yourself."

As the creator, Gillianis certainly knew what spells she had sealed in the amethyst slab. It was originally used to fool the bureaucrats of the Hailan Empire. It didn't make sense that the six gems contained three or four level spells, but the seventh could reverse the will of the gods.

"And from what you described, what's released inside should be pure divine magic," the moon elf looked at Ron, "I'm a wizard, and I've been immersed in arcane magic for most of my life. How can I have such a high level of divine magic attainment?"

As soon as these words came out, Ron's mouth opened wide: the situation was already very urgent, Sera was about to burn, and if she really died, everyone would suffer the same fate. He had no time to judge the specific situation.

So to say……

"Isn't that your gem?"

"Absolutely not," Gillianis reached out and grasped Ron's arm to feel it carefully. "Although it is very realistic, so that it can deceive the operating mechanism of the stone tablet itself, it cannot deceive me. It is definitely not a magic item made by me."

"Devil!" Everyone looked at each other and immediately thought of the suspect.

"But why?" Sylvia didn't understand. "The princess wanted to harm us? But the gem saved Sera. But if she wanted to help us, wouldn't she just give it to us?"

"Such a powerful item, even if it's Gillianis, you shouldn't refuse it to occupy your amethyst slab, right?"

"I could have made something better then, not to mention now. Why would I bother with such a problem?" The Moon Elf withdrew her hand and frowned in confusion. "So why is that..." (End of this chapter)