Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

It might have been a brief moment, or it might have been just an illusion of the crowd. The figure fleeing towards the depths of the building paused for a moment after hearing Sera's shout, but it was only a moment. It climbed up to the ceiling like a spider and quickly fled into the distance.

Three arcane spells and one divine spell were chasing him at a faster speed. Driver shrugged, put down the short bow in his hand, and cut off the connection with nature at the same time - the environment here was a bit weird, and the ranger's natural magic was almost unresponsive here, and he didn't know why.

"The Nighthounds said the smell was familiar," Sylvia's beam fell into the air, leaving only a dark scorch mark on the wall. The scarlet eyes of the vampire stared closely at the back of the person who was hit by Ron's spell and spun in the air into the space upstairs. "I think so too - but I need to confirm it further."

"Chase." Ron said concisely, and a portal to the target location opened directly upstairs. Everyone immediately left the "Saint's Refectory" where time seemed to have stopped, and appeared on the second floor.

There are also a large number of corpses on display upstairs. Their appearance and clothing match those of the remains below, indicating that they should be the product of the same period or even the same event. But the difference is that the corpses here are not the same as those of the same race below. They also have to...

A little more drier.

"The blood was sucked dry," Sylvia said, referring to a corpse beside her. Two blood holes were clearly visible on the neck, which was too pale to be described simply. As a vampire, she was very familiar with this. "The meal was very... rough, without any taste at all."

As aristocrats (even if they only call themselves so), vampires have high requirements for the quality of food. When they are not extremely hungry for enough blood to restore their strength, leaving "inferior" residue in the body of their prey is a manifestation of etiquette. It is not common practice to completely suck dry the body like the one in Sylvia's hand.

"The other party is very likely not a real vampire. It could be a half-blood descendant, a derivative, or even the lowest servant. However, I think the last possibility is not high," Sylvia analyzed from a professional perspective. "That means there is at least a real vampire master here, and that master would not allow such a thing to happen."

"And you can see that the clothes of these corpses are still relatively intact. The eaters should have a certain degree of rationality and thinking ability, and have a way of thinking that is also common in the civilized world."

Driver had no interest in participating in such a discussion. Even when he was in the goblin's lair, he was not in charge of the butcher's work. He looked at the rooms around him. Every door was closed and showed signs of being opened recently.

But the marks on one of the doors looked particularly new in the ranger's eyes.

“It’s hiding in here.”

The goblin hunter winked at Ivy. The half-elf didn't understand, but the long-term cooperation was enough for her to know what this guy wanted.

A huge tower shield that was almost as wide as the door frame was placed in front of him. Driver carefully hid behind the shield and kicked the door open. The expected desperate counterattack did not occur. The front of the tower shield was not hit by any magical or physical impact, but when Ivy was about to take it away, a violent vomiting sound suddenly rang out from the room!

"Raise the shield!" Ivy responded to her companions' warnings and their actions at the same time. However, the vomited objects were not just physical objects, but also magical attacks. Almost instantly, everyone was drowned by the illusory blood tide that gushed out of the room, and their bodies and minds were immersed in it! The manic roar turned into a series of claws and fangs that slammed into the tower shield. The terrifying force forced Ivy to step back, and the erected shield also tilted at an angle of nearly 45 degrees. A pair of eyes completely infected with blood appeared in everyone's sight with madness!

"Nosferatu! There is such a thing here?!" Gillianis cried out in surprise. Of course, the sword-shaped force field in the hands of the wizard lady also slashed out at the same time, leaving a dark crack in the afterimage left by the monster.

"This freak is already stronger than the previous vampire lord!"

Ron patted Ivy on the shoulder, and the latter reacted immediately, turning the shield to smash the monster that tried to attack. The latter's actions were swift and powerful, and the long and sharp claws left four deep dents on the armor of Ron's arm before moving backwards, avoiding the stranglehold of the tower shield and the giant sword with extremely precise reactions.

It flipped over and landed on the railing on the second floor, scaring off the already terrifying Nighthound with a face that could make gods and ghosts hate it. Its eyes, which seemed to dye the entire gray building bloody, stared at Sylvia, and lines of saliva flowed from its jagged mouth.

Desire, naked desire without any disguise, but given the dignity, no one could tell whether he was lusting after Sylvia's body or Sylvia's body.

"It's..." The dhampir raised his staff horizontally, but the monster didn't react. "Miss Gillianis, what exactly is this 'Nosferatu' you just mentioned?"

"I heard that it was one of the ancestors of vampires..." Ron's recollection was interrupted by Gillianis waving her hand.

"One of the ancestors, one of the most powerful vampires, one of the oldest. These are all rumors that ordinary people have heard from others," the moon elf slowly swung the sword-shaped force field in her hand. The monster on the opposite side immediately felt the threat and moved its eyes away from Sylvia. "Nosferatu is a monster that is very similar to vampires. Some people even think that they are indeed related to vampires."

"They are equally vicious undead hunters, but lack the grace and grace of the vampires. To them, existence is but a series of unchanging nights of cold despair, punctuated by brief bouts of blood-red warmth and lucidity. These pleasures are fleeting, for their thirst for blood can never be quenched."

"In this respect, they are even inferior to vampire spawn."

"-Yes, it is not as good as a derivative, but it has more powerful power. However, this power is usually not stronger than that of a real vampire, because they do not have as many weaknesses as vampires except being more sensitive to light. I am afraid that the power of this one has exceeded the estimates of all relevant researchers," Gillianis said, "Kill it, it will be a good thing, and the same is true for it."

"The creatures that have fallen into the Nosferatu state have no energy to think about anything other than the next meal until they are full." (End of this chapter)