Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"You absolutely cannot be the God's Side!" Although she had fallen into the grasp of the silver dragon, the witch still struggled relentlessly, "You absolutely cannot be!"

"My lord, she's crazy, crazy!" Buckman spoke quickly. Although he didn't know exactly what the silver dragon's mood and temperament were, if he took into account the behavior of most of the members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society and his own behavior, Buckman felt it was difficult to guarantee that the other party would not implicate him in her rage. "She just wanted to frame us, my lord, she is absolutely crazy!"

To Buckman's surprise, Silver Dragon did not kill anyone. Instead, he smiled playfully, "Witch, right? Tell me, why do you think I'm a fake?"

"You haven't seen me either, have you?"

A gray aura emanated from the surface of the silver dragon, enveloping her entire body. The faces of several shadow spirits suddenly changed drastically, and Buckman shouted "My Lord" loudly and knelt down - that was the power of the god he was loyal to!

Only the witch, only the witch, not only did she not show any awe, but continued to stare at the silver dragon, and then a series of hoarse laughs trembled from her throat.

"That's it, that's it! I didn't expect you to be so foolish as to release it on your own initiative!" The witch screamed, "This is the proof that you have usurped my power! This is the proof! You usurper!"

"How could my Lord easily give such divine power to others?! This is absolutely impossible! You stole it!"

A hint of surprise appeared on the silver dragon's lizard face: "You are really extraordinary. You can actually detect what this is?"

"Of course, my devotion to my Lord is beyond doubt—"

A crisp sound reached Buckman's ears, causing the funeral bishop's expression to change suddenly. However, before he could decide whether to look up or remain humble, the witch's frozen face appeared in front of him.

In the form of rolling on the ground.

"You know a lot, but this is not a good thing." Silver Dragon's cold voice came from above his head, making Buckman even more at a loss.

"My Lord, I believe..."

"Shh, I'm not talking about you," Silver Dragon interrupted him, "Your comrade, do you know her past?"

"I... am not very clear."

"The leader of a territory was originally just a beggar," Silver Dragon told the witch's origins. "Her leader, who left his hometown, intended to follow the footsteps of our Lord, but unfortunately, there were some minor flaws in his implementation."

"Most of the people in the territory were transformed into ghosts that were neither alive nor dead. Only this little girl knew the name of our Lord from somewhere and knelt on the street to chant His name. For this reason, she was fortunate enough to become one of the believers."

"But this is not a good thing. Being too close to the gods will inevitably lead to being under their majesty. Even if a little beggar with congenital defects has come to this point today, she has finally reached the end - she denied the existence of the gods, so she went crazy."

Crazy? Buckman didn't want to believe this explanation, and the witch's head in front of him reminded him of this. However, it was the presence of this head that made him give up thinking like that.

If she is crazy, then she is crazy.

"You don't believe it?" Silver Dragon asked, and then interrupted the remaining bishop's thoughts, "It doesn't matter. I can tell you this: the witch did not betray us. Part of what she said is actually correct - for example, I am indeed not a side of God, at least not before."

"The man who was supposed to hand over the task to you encountered a serious accident during the previous operation and was unable to complete the task normally. Therefore, I had to come out and do this work."

Is it...? Buckman didn't know whether he should believe it, but since the other party couldn't question it even if he didn't say it, the bishop thought it was better to believe it.

"So you don't have to worry about my authenticity. You can also feel the master's aura from me, right?"

"Then... May I ask, sir, what should I do now?" Buckman asked tremblingly, "We have lost quite a few people now."

The "martyrdom" of three of the four bishops was just the result of a larger image. In fact, in recent days, more Ash Priests tried to sneak into Green Swamp Town, but most of them were caught by the guards and militia. The rest hid on the edge of the village and town and barely escaped.

No one knows why! Why can such a place be so extravagant as to use a paladin to lead the guard! The aura of the cultists is like the sun in the dark night in the eyes of the young paladin, and no one can hide under his nose!

With the failure of the first assassination attempt, it was difficult for both Buckman and the Shadow Spirits to sneak into the town again. Although they could still come and go freely in those villages, so what? Their target should be those high-ranking officials.

It was originally the other bishop's mission to attack the civilians - but there was a high probability that he would be unable to complete it now.

"Wait."

The silver dragon only gave one word.

"wait?"

"Your laxity and incompetence are beyond the expectations of the gods and me, Bishop," the silver dragon glanced at him coldly, "your greatest achievement now is the destruction of two old fragments and the killing of dozens of goblins."

"This is far from the goal, and you are almost completely damaged. I dare not entrust anything to you to complete. I will take over and force the final step."

"And you just need to maintain your strength and give your all when I need you."

"That's it." "I object."

The silver dragon's eyes looked at the shadow spirits, and finally fell on the pale elf with leaf veins on his face.

"We are not one of you, you have no right to order us around," Shadow Spirit said in a deep voice, "If you can no longer provide us with help, we will track down the traitor in our own way."

"You are also part of the plan."

"That has nothing to do with us, we—"

Before the shadow spirit finished speaking, a pair of eyes full of magic shone with a strange light on him and his fellows behind him. In just a moment, the shadow spirits' eyes became blurry and gradually lost focus.

The voice of the silver dragon seemed to come from far, far away, very, very far away, as if it came from its hometown, carrying the will of their master...

"Now, all of this has something to do with you..." (End of this chapter)