Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The sun rises and falls to the earth, and all darkness will end.

But at the same time, the lake water will evaporate.

Most of the people around Green Swamp Town were moved more than ten kilometers away by Gillianis before the final blow, but Green Swamp Town itself turned into a huge circular pit. No trace of the former Green Swamp Town or the newly built Green Swamp Town could be found here.

Also missing was the dragon lich's gigantic body.

Ron and his companions were thrown down and fell into the pit. However, when he struggled to get up, he saw that not all of his companions were safe and sound.

A young dragon, less than ten meters long, coiled and dragged one person after another to Ron, looking at the young wizard with sad eyes. Finally, it threw a small man onto its back and dragged a heavy full body armor towards him with its broken dragon wings.

"Barbecue...Knight?" Driver's voice sounded unreal, as if it came from the Feywild. Some of his compatriots once believed in the unfounded legend that goblins were once the residents there.

Maybe now is the time to go back.

"You are on my back," Axuri said without looking back. He had just seen the pair of eyes that were bleeding. "I will carry you."

The ranger opened his mouth again, and his body, which was just over one meter tall, went limp.

Transferring most of the people away was already the limit of the Moon Elf. Even in her previous state, she had no spare energy to rescue the people trapped in the lich. Unless she was willing to give up this only chance, all the efforts of the witch and others would go to waste.

Ron dropped his eyelids and looked at the mess of dirty blond hair on the ground.

"Just like when we first met," he whispered.

"Just like that time," accompanied by the roar of metal, Ivy struggled to overcome the weight on her body and stood up again. However, in the next second, the armor that had completely exhausted its enchantment and its own toughness fell to the ground and turned into a pool of scrap metal. "...I was just about to say that I had an extra set of armor."

"I'm so sorry, it seems my enchanting skills need to be improved." Ron couldn't help but smiled and shook his head, "I'm sorry, if I had..."

"If you had left me in the goblin's lair, I would have been cut into pieces by Driver." The half-elf's body was in a horrible state, but his eyes, like gemstones, were still shining. "My only pity is that I have to wear heavy armor and hold a shield all the time. I can't be as relaxed as Sylvia, tsk."

Ivy tilted her head. More than half of her vision was blurry at the moment. She could only see a little bit of the outside world. After Ron, the vampire appeared there.

Undead creatures can also die, let alone hybrids.

The half-elf sighed, leaned over to pick up the tower shield that Exuri had dragged over, and weighed it in his hand again: "I can still feel the presence of the lich. Where is it? I can't see it."

While the huge body brings strength, it also makes it easier to become a target. With the destruction of its "real body", it is now difficult for Ivy to capture the opponent in her field of vision.

Fortunately, under the protection of Gillianis's arm armor, Ron's senses were still good.

"It..." Ron hesitated, and quickly retreated with the half-elf, "It's right in front of you."

Two jets of dark smoke suddenly rose from Exuri's eye sockets, and his voice changed to that of a dracolich: "You are so perceptive, or have you noticed it long ago?"

"A young dragon that was given special attention was even forced to convert to Bahamut." Ron threw away the alchemy strap, and only broken scrolls and potion bottles rolled out of it. "You are not as stealthy as you think you are."

"But everything is still in my plan," the lich sneered, "and you can't change anything."

"My dear son, you call him Ixuri? I have influenced him since he was born. When I use his body, I can exert the same power as myself!" The dragon lich laughed with the voice of Ixuri. A silver dragon's head pierced through the flesh on the side of his neck, staring at the couple who were like candles in the wind with hatred. On the other side was a green dragon's head, with fear spreading in its eyes, but when it opened its mouth, it couldn't utter a single word.

Then, there was a copper dragon's head, looking at Ron with sorrow and sadness in its eyes.

"You are going to cosplay as the Dragon Queen," Ron couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. The metal dragon and the colorful dragon head, which were obviously not in the same style, mixed together, actually had a funny feeling. "I heard that you have been a slave under His command for quite a while..."

“Shut up, mortal!” The lich seemed to be very resistant to this memory, and the four dragon heads shouted at the same time, “Since you know, then you should understand that one of the incarnations of the Dragon Queen is a five-headed dragon - and I am still missing one.”

"I can be considered a descendant of the dragon." At this point, Ron actually relaxed. After all, both sides seemed to have revealed their cards. "You don't want my head, do you?"

This was just a joke, but what Ron didn't expect was that the other party actually laughed sinisterly: "You are very smart, but... you only got part of the answer right!"

"My sidekick, come back!" "Bang——"

Both Ron and Ivy's brains went blank in an instant, and Ron's face was covered with his own flesh and blood in an instant - one of his arms actually exploded at this moment!
It wasn't Gillianis's arm armor, but the one she had modified, but only the modified part was left! The Moon Elves' skills would never make such a mistake, unless there was something foreign before -

That gem!

The golden gem was filled with an unparalleled domineering aura, blasting Ron's arm and half of his body into countless pieces. A familiar golden dragon shadow flashed in it and flew towards the lich.

But that was not an attack, but a return! I don't know when it was corrupted by the dragon lich! Even the God's Side mentioned by those cultists was this adult golden dragon that once believed in Bahamut!
"You are the best one I have ever seen, but unfortunately, you are still one step short!" The breath of four elements, fire, ice, venom and strong acid, poured out from the five heads in an instant, leaving no room for Ron and Ivy to react. The half-elf only had time to raise the tower shield in front of her, protecting the mage behind her in the shadow as usual, while Ron could only release an arcane spell that did not require materials to cast, barely enhancing her physical fitness.

But all this seems to be in vain. The tower shield and the full body armor are made of the same material. When the latter is turned into scrap metal, how good can the former be even if it can be used?
Ivy could already feel the acid eating through the metal and splashing onto her face.

Can you protect it?

The half-elf was stunned for a moment. She knew that she was not asking herself this question, but the voice did not stop.

In a trance, she seemed to be in a misty gray fog. A legendary creature that had only been described by her poet father stood in front of her, looking down at her with empty eyes.

That was the god of death - Daniel made it up to incorporate it into the adventure stories he told her when she was still a child.

Can you protect it? The voice asked again. Ivy was almost certain that it was the being opposite who was asking the question.

But why did it ask that? The half-elf rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, and took a step forward, which was the safest posture when facing this type of attack.

That wasn't even a question - of course she knew the answer!

Even for a dragon lich, the breath has an end. When the chaotic elemental storm subsided around Ron, he subconsciously reached forward, but only a tower shield fell.

"This is really..." The lich's surprised voice reached his ears, but it seemed like a lifetime ago. Ron widened his eyes and looked forward, but he could not see the golden hair and green eyes at all.

There was only a hideous five-headed lich, looking at him in confusion as he was unharmed.

"What kind of power is this?"

"Loyalty, responsibility, friendship, love...whatever you want to say," a lazy voice suddenly sounded at the bottom of the pit. The survivor looked over there and saw a succubus-like devil with small horns, leather wings and a forked tail standing there with a magic sword. When he looked at Ron, there was a smile on the corner of his lips. "It looks like it's time, right?"

"Gracie!" Ron roared from his throat. If he could still move in his current state, he would tear off that perfect but despicable face with his own hands. "You are the one who did all this?!" "Don't say it so harshly, Ron," the Grand Duke of Purgatory raised his eyebrows, "How about letting it have all five heads, and then you don't even have the room to fight back? You should be grateful to me."

"Come on, bow to me, salute, and offer me your soul. I will be happy to help you and kill it," Gracia looked at the lich and said with a sigh, "You are so ugly. Tiamat is so angry that she is about to die. I had to work hard to convince her not to come to you."

"Of course this is for my own good. Your head... can be exchanged for more than five rewards."

"Princess, can we not have such a tense relationship?" When the Devil Duke showed up, the situation here changed drastically in an instant. At this moment, the dragon lich could not complete its ritual, so it was not sure of victory. It could only think about how to appease this uninvited devil. "I have some things to deal with here now. How about we drink and chat later?"

"No matter what," Gracia yawned boredly, "I sold you out once, but you dared to lie to me. There is nothing good to talk about between us now. Instead, you—"

Gracia walked up to Ron and lifted his chin with her slender fingers: "Mortal, it only takes a word from you and it will be buried with your friends. It's a good deal, isn't it?"

“You’re still—” “I refuse.”

Ron's remaining hand suddenly used a hard object to push away the devil's fingers. Gracia looked at the huge coin in his hand, and her expression immediately became interesting.

"I see... Tsk tsk tsk, lich, I can't help you this time."

"Then get out of the way!" The silver dragon's head roared, "It's just a blessed coin. Why does he--"

With a "bang", just like Ron's arm, a ball of blood burst out without warning, but this time it was the head that was broken.

"Fury, hopeless." An endless stream of gray mist dissipated from Ron's body and poured into the coin in his hand. A huge dragon shadow slowly stretched out its beautiful body in the mist. It was obviously made up of gray mist, but it had a platinum texture.

"Sadness is just an illusion." The copper dragon's head showed a trace of gratitude, and disappeared after making a light sound of bubbles bursting. Ron approached the lich step by step. It had the absolute upper hand but had to retreat. It could feel the source of the other party's power, but that existence should solve other problems now!

So, the one standing here now, as if judging it, is this human being himself!

"No! How can you control such power! This is not fair! You are just a mortal, why? Why?!"

"Fear comes from death." The green dragon's head turned into bones, and then turned into smoke and dust and dissipated. Ron looked at the golden dragon's head with gray mist in his eyes and paused: "You, don't wake up yet!"

"And the Exuri! Get it out of here!"

The lich was really terrified. It was shocked to find that although the three shouts from Roan only weakened its power, the two shouts from him actually shook its control over the body! Two consciousnesses awakened in this body one after another. One had a mature mind and was full of anger waiting to be vented, while the other, although just awake, had unquestionable sovereignty over this body!

"Aik'Zuri! Are you crazy?" In a split second, the lich made a choice and sent a strong call to the young dragon in his mind, "It's me! I'm your biological mother! You can't do this to me! You are my offspring..."

"I don't want to be your puppet!" The dragon's roar burst out directly from his mouth, and a small dragon-shaped shadow wrapped in a huge amount of black mist was repelled at the same time, but hundreds of rune chains immediately extended from its body, locking it tightly in Aik'Thuri's body, and no matter what the dragon did, it could not get rid of it.

"Don't even think about it! You rebellious son!" The lich's voice rang out in the black fog, "I have planted so many tricks in your body. Wait until you are a hundred times older before you come and fight me!"

"How about I kill it?" Gracia's voice was still full of temptation. "I can assure you that I can completely wipe it out..."

"Now I know why it's so big," Ron ignored her. He raised his hand and gestured back and forth between the largest coin and the lich's shadow, finally confirming the relationship between the two. "So that's how it's used."

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?!" When Ron came over, the lich's voice began to tremble and panic, "I am his biological mother! You can't separate us! You will kill him at the same time! You-"

"It's so noisy," Ron didn't wait for it to continue making noise. He clenched the coin wheel and slapped it, "My own child, huh?!"

The brick had such a powerful impact that the shadow of the lich immediately weakened, and Gracia, who was not far away, couldn't help but close her eyes.

"Can't separate, huh?!" "Kill him, huh?!" "I f--"

Among the countless chains connecting Exuri and the Lich, three relatively weak ones shattered and dissipated when the brick hit his face for the first time. This was like triggering an avalanche, and the originally integrated links were destroyed in an instant. When Ron poured all his strength into the coin for the last time, he almost created a sonic boom and embedded the Lich into the ground!

However, when Ron was about to press on and give the opponent a few final blows, a big sword blocked his way.

"What are you going to do?" Ron frowned and looked up at Gracia. Exuri, who had woken up behind him, bared his teeth and growled, "You want to beg for mercy?"

"The most suitable place to torture mortals is prison, and the most suitable place to torture souls is purgatory," Gracia smiled, "You tell me, I'm in charge of the prison in purgatory."

"Give it to me, Ron. If you insist on not agreeing, I can't go back empty-handed, can I?"

"What's the price?" Ron stared at Gracia. The other party's power had no effect on him at this moment.

"Hmm... do you have a scroll of resurrection?" The Devil Duke thought for a moment, "One copy will do."

Ron took out the last remaining coin, which was covered with rust, but seemed to blend in perfectly with the gray mist around him.

Gracia put away the magic sword, clapped her hands with a smile, and summoned the lust demon Khaoga who often came into contact with Ron and others: "Oh, this is really good. I should present this to my father as evidence to impeach the old guy for failing to maintain neutrality - but this is too boring."

The coin shattered into a cloud of powder in Ron's hand, covering the entire bottom of the pit with a purple halo.

"Okay, how about this deal? I lost a lot of money and actually agreed to something like this, oh..." Gracia looked like she had accepted the defeat, but Ron would never believe her.

Ivy, who had re-condensed her previous body and opened her eyes to look at the clear world again, would not believe it. Neither would Driver nor Gillianis - none of their companions would believe a devil, especially when the other party was still called Gracia.

But the devil never cares about this, especially Gracia.

"I don't understand," Ron suddenly said when he saw the Grand Duke imprisoning the lich and preparing to leave, "Why do you always want me to be loyal to you?"

"Toys you bring home will soon break, but the ones in the window are always in good condition," Gracia said with a matter-of-fact smile. "Don't worry, I'll come back to see you. How about using eternal life as a bargaining chip next time?"

"She will be disappointed," the moon elf spoke, but it seemed as if there were two of her speaking at the same time, "I suspect she has locked the two parts of me together. It will be troublesome to separate them later."

"What kind of trouble is that?" Sera searched the pit for her water bag to hold the wine, but she could only come back even more angry. "Damn it, I'm already drinking with the most famous heroes in Valhalla! And suddenly I'm dragged back here! I don't even remember what the wine there tastes like!"

"You can try slowly when you get back, Sera." Sylvia's face was still pale. She looked at Ron with moving eyes. "My benefactor, it seems that you have saved me again."

"It's not like it happens once or twice," Ron grinned. His body had returned to its perfect state. The constant itching sensation of his new flesh reminded him that everything here was real. "Anyway, welcome back, guys."

"Welcome back to, uh, New-New Green Marsh?"

Ivy kicked his calf: "There's obviously a big hole here!" (End of this chapter)