Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The group of spiritual servants who only knew how to throw water balloons and wipe the wall were quickly driven outside. Maybe they could really use their numbers to cause Ron and others a lot of trouble with water balloons and rags, but it was obvious that their commander I can't afford to lose this person.

Even those who are mourning a bishop need to save face - even because of their status as cultists, when they want face, they need more than normal people.

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

"I'm afraid, this is what the ancestor you called the Fool did." A series of spells were applied to Sera and Ivy through Ron's hands. He had no time to sympathize with each other and took this opportunity to fight back. This is the main point, "You have been away from the shelter for so long, and you still plan to use the tools inside? Maybe in their eyes, you are the real fools!"

"You can be buried with them in peace!"

"I'm not one of them!" the black-faced Skeleton Man growled. When Sera charged with his sword, he chose to get down on all fours and lay prone on the ground. The rugged black scales started from the black dragon tattoo on his head and spread backwards to his whole body. His original skin was cracked inch by inch, and large bone plates protruded, forming a defense on his body surface. When Sera's Canglan Grip struck him, a large amount of sparks exploded between it and the bone plate!

"I'm going to skin you alive!" The language that came out of the mouth of Liankui, who was no longer human, was also incomprehensible to ordinary people, but the malice in it was unconcealed, and he rushed back towards the barbarians with terrifying force. Four extra limbs protruded from his back and attacked Sera's chest!

With a "clang" sound, the huge tower shield shot back up, turned around in the hands of the half-elf, and then crashed down again with great force. The Skeleton Collector fell back several meters, but his two jointed limbs had already shown an abnormal shape. Normal curved shape - the weight falling from the sky brings unquestionable and unstoppable power, even this body that has been strengthened more than twice after alienation cannot bear it.

On the other side, the mental impact of the funeral bishop also hit the barrier built by Victoria!

"Tsk!"

The priest held the Holy Emblem and took half a 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 intensity of the opponent's spell casting.

In terms of strength alone, this cultist is stronger than his dead colleague!

"The power of order? Interesting," Mardet sneered, "But don't forget where this is! This is a place of delusion! When it comes to order - my Lord is the only order here!"

"The destruction of Yimo 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 were blessed by the spells of the vampires. , actually held back the bishop, preventing him from having the opportunity to release powerful spells, "Children, swallow him!"

"Night-neighing hounds! You soil thieves are indeed evil existences!" The funeral bishop obviously knew how difficult these evil dogs wandering in the ether are. A protective halo rose from his feet, layer by layer. The layers blocked the progress of the hounds.

However, although these powers can effectively block the night hissing hound, it is difficult to play the same role against spells of the same level - especially when the caster is dragging a sword towards him.

The sword blade flashing with dazzling electric light slashed at the barrier Maldet had built in a hurry. Other colors wandering in the electric light flashed away. Except for the failure of the psychic impact, the rest of the energy was more or less effective. All caused considerable damage to the barrier. However, when the funeral bishop was about to counterattack, a rune lit up in front of his eyes, and Ron's figure immediately appeared a few meters away. When he rushed towards him again, he appeared from behind the bishop. Like a ghost.

"How did you do it?!" Mardet gritted his molars and was tired of coping. He was a spell caster himself and knew that some mages would choose to practice their melee skills either due to style reasons or personal hobbies. ——But he has never heard of anyone who can simultaneously release so many spells while fighting in close quarters!

What about materials? What about chanting? Action! Is this lord the incarnation of some elemental creature? ! Mardet fully believed that at least half of the spells he had just released required these three elements!

But no, 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 disappeared under Maldett's spell, but it sounded again from behind him, "This is the power of knowledge!"

This is the power of a powerful man who was one of the most powerful mages a hundred years ago and has progressed at double the speed in the last century!

Let’s teach it to an old scholar who just got rid of the trouble of fading syndrome!

A bottle of alchemy potion was taken by Ron. As abnormal blood covered his body, the shadow of a crossbow-shaped weapon flashed past behind him, and the crossbow bolts instantly created a A violent explosion!

The night screeching hounds cursed in Sylvia's spiritual connection and fled back to the etheric plane - under this saturation bombardment, there is no place for them anymore!

It was just the hounds that were affected, and Maldette, the target, was even worse. When the cloud burst subsided, the bishop's figure was no longer there - he climbed 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 it could only ensure that he would not die.

Unlike the corpse collector, the funeral bishop did not accept the "gift" of changing his own form - he had lost the ability to fight.

In the situation of being outnumbered, losing half of the 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 the big sword while flying over, grabbing the opponent's two legs in front and behind and tearing them outward. The cultists were wailing in despair, and blood was flying everywhere. The bishop who was still alive had his eyes wide open, seeing the woman holding two halves of her body, like a demon, 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 the premise is that you are willing to cooperate," several threads of arcane energy easily controlled Maldette's actions, making him lose the possibility of dying with his opponent or committing suicide. Ron came 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)