Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 163 Foreshadowing
Ivy's defense measures were already the best among everyone. The tower shield and full body armor made her almost a mobile fortress in front of these puppets whose strongest weapons were just rapiers and crossbows.

Even she was injured, let alone others. The situation at this moment had indeed deteriorated to a very dangerous point.

"Since you have recognized me as your master, don't even think about escaping!" Sylvia pulled the Nighthounds back from the etheric plane for the nth time. Even though these poor creatures were immune to damage from ordinary weapons, Saran himself, hiding in the puppet tide, was enough to kill them.

However, now they were surrounded by a huge number of puppets, and they had no choice but to hold as many puppets as possible for Sera.

"Do you really think you can break the Soul Furnace with that sword?" Saran laughed mockingly, and at the same time intensified the siege on Devin Booker even more frantically, "You can't do anything!"

"I am the previous owner of the Amethyst Slab! That sword is nothing more than a traitor's weapon and a symbol of shame! Even if it and the Soul Forge both came from the northern orc tribe, there is no way that—"

Saran's voice stopped abruptly, and many of his puppets died on the spot because of this momentary distraction, but this still could not stop his shock.

The Soul Furnace was a legendary item he had obtained in the Land of Delusion, and it was connected to his soul. However, just as this barbarian, whom he looked down upon, raised the Grip of the Blue Wave and chopped it down suddenly, the sharp explosion of the furnace sounded in his soul!
"She could... hurt you? This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"Facts speak louder than words!" A crazy voice sounded from the side of the Soul Crucible. It was a madman, shirtless and covered with scars.

"You thought the great prophet was a defective product! But you inadvertently awakened him and made him transcend the mundane world!" The madman slowly climbed up by holding on to the furnace with both hands. It could be seen that one of his legs had been cut off at the root, and the wound was festering and maggots were growing. It was simply unknown how he had survived until now.

If Sera remembered him at all, she would recognize him as the bandit she had spared outside the Carolina Trading Post.

Somehow, he showed up here, disabled, crazy, and even claiming to be some kind of prophet.

What's more, he even spread a message through Spike's mouth, bringing Sera and her Rusek Bloodming's Blue Grip here!
Right now, at this moment, and here, destroy this soul furnace!

"Stop her!" Saran Ryan tried to allocate manpower, but was shocked to find that almost all of his core puppet army had been used to encircle Devin Booker, but now the situation has suddenly reversed!
"It's not you who's entangled me, but me who's entangled you!" Blood kept oozing out of the fishman's mouth and gills. He was now almost only relying on the breath in his chest to hold on. However, it was such a fishman who made more than a dozen puppets around him unable to move at all!
Seeing that the baron could not help her, the six elven skulls on the furnace screamed at the same time, and a large amount of strange smoke came out of their mouths, covering Sera. However, this smoke that was supposed to confuse the mind could not stop the frenzied barbarian's actions at all. With her roar, the furnace that was still running was split into two halves and countless small fragments!

“No——” A heart-wrenching cry, completely different from the voices of those “Mingdatis” just now, sounded from the puppet. A black shadow rushed out like a whirlwind, trying to piece together the flying fragments again. It seemed that this treasure had unparalleled magic power, and it could be restored to its original state even if it was shattered!
And those puppets seemed to be infected by his mind as well. They became like zombies and had no rules anymore. There was a red light in their eyes, and they vowed to tear everyone here into pieces!

The holy knight who was already powerless to fight back and the crazy robber and prophet could not escape. If Wilson and the others were not still hanging, they would have suffered the same fate.

"Well done!" These were Devin Booker's last words. Even at the very end of his life, the triton man, whose head was ripped off by the puppets, threw his weapon with all his might and nailed a puppet to the ground. But now, without their strongest backup, Ron and the others were completely at the end of their rope.

"Damn it, cast the spell quickly!" Sylvia pounded the staff on the ground like crazy, but got no response. Although those Nighthounds would not be exhausted, they were not tireless constructs either. Under the attack of so many crazy puppets, even they were gradually submerged in the tide.

"Bang—" Ivy staggered, and her hands could no longer hold on to the heavy tower shield. She was too tired. Such high-intensity combat had completely exceeded her physical limits.

As for the rest of them, their conditions were only slightly worse than Ivy's.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Saran Ryan pulled out one of his curved blades with a ferocious look, dropped it to the ground, and slowly walked towards the crowd.

The furnace fragments had completely lost their luster and were thrown to the ground by him, discarded like those puppets.

"First it was those deep-sea crusaders, and now it's you! The lowly races are always so hard to kill and eliminate!" Baron Green Swamp waved his curved blade and knocked down Driver with two moves. He then kicked Victoria over and walked straight towards Ron.

"You ignorant worms, do you know how many years I have been preparing? One century, two centuries! And you destroyed everything in less than an hour!"

"But fortunately! Today I can at least kill you first and then hurry up! Your heads will be placed on my new furnace and wail forever! Offer the sweetest songs for my great cause!"

"My puppets, follow me and kill them!"

Those puppets with scarlet eyes swarmed in, but among these "Mindatis", Ron found a very unusual figure.

He was also Mindatis, also holding a rapier, and making meaningless howls from time to time, but... but!
This so-called "Mindatis" had a sword-holding posture that was significantly different from that of the others—he didn't know how to use a rapier at all!

"Saran Ryan!" Ron took out the last bottle of flaming jelly from his alchemy backpack, and rushed towards Baron Green Swamp with the flaming jelly in his hand, ready to die together. He used his own weight and speed to knock him back several steps.

(End of this chapter)