Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord

"Pathetic... this is pathetic."

a large dragon like figure grumbled as it paced back and forth in the swamplands near the entrance of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. The draconic figure stood at 2.6-meters tall and 1-meter wide. Its tail was almost twice its height and it sported wings that were a few inches wider than his body on either side. It had a bulky figure covered in scales all over. Its body was a mesh of gray and black, its eyes were a sea of blue with a black reptile-like pupil in the center

This imposing figure was a player who went by the name of Azazel, he was the guild master of [Zehid Regime], a guild that primarily focused on raids, they engaged in any and all activities that involved attacking something, from boss raids, to dungeon raids, and even guild base raids, you name it they've done it.

For years, they were infamous for completely decimating every raid that the game put up, and every guild base that gained a reputation for being undefeated. Their infamy got so widespread that eventually spreading rumors about a base's strength became a weapon that other guilds utilized to get rid of enemy guilds.

Naturally, Azazel was proud of his guild and his guildmates. He thought they were an unstoppable force, and he carried immense pride in knowing that he was the guild master of that amazing guild, he enjoyed those days and thought that they would last forever.

Drunk on his guild's success and reputation Azazel grew prideful, as did the guild. Most of them were still pleasant and all-around normal people, but deep inside they all held a feeling of superiority brought about by their guild's prestige.

Almost like God's response to Azazel and [Zehid Regime]'s hubris, A guild known as [Ainz Ooal Gown] suddenly showed up and changed everything. Azazel gritted his teeth at the memory. The proud raiding guild that destroyed all dungeons and guild bases in its path was defeated by some random guild of heteromorphic races.

As if their defeat wasn't enough it was later found out that [Zehid Regime] had only made it to the 6th floor out of a total of 8. It was the most shameful memory Azazel had and it placed an irremovable stain on [Zehid Regime]'s record.

After their crushing defeat, the guild swore to someday take down [Ainz Ooal Gown] and once again establish their guild as a force to be reckoned with. However, that vow never came to pass. His companions were disheartened by the crushing loss, and their pride had taken a massive dive. Combine that with the string of defeats that followed their loss to [Ainz Ooal Gown] and YGGDRASIL's waning popularity and you have the perfect conditions for quitting, and so one by one his guildmates left the game, dropping like flies. Now out of their 72 members only he remained in the game.

Despite that, when Azazel heard of the news that YGGDRASIL was shutting down for good he actually found some happiness in that news. Not because the game he poured his soul into was coming to an end, but because he had a chance to bring his comrades back together again, and make a second attempt at conquering The Great Tomb of Nazarick, at defeating [Ainz Ooal Gown].

Using the shutting down of YGGDRASIL servers as motivation he sent a mass email to his former guild mates.

He gave what he believed to be a rousing speech about reclaiming their lost glory at the very end before it was too late, about leaving the game without any regrets, and most importantly about defeating [Ainz Ooal Gown] before it was too late, before their defeat would be immortalized in the game.

Yet, even after all that he said in that email. Not a single guild member had shown up. There were 5 minutes left before the servers shut down and Azazel had been standing there for hours, in the swamplands outside Nazarick awaiting his comrades. Roaring in anger, Azazel vented his frustrations at the night sky that spread out above him.

"Why didn't they show up?! Don't they care about the guild anymore?!... Don't they care about avenging our loss?!"

Azazel, in his fury, swung a large double-edged battle axe at a nearby monster that had gotten too close, instantly killing it.

The axe in question was [Zehid Regime]'s guild weapon, Mjolnir. The axe rivaled Azazel in height and was wide enough to be practically impossible for a normal human to wield, but not enough to be unbalanced.

Its handle was a dark black color while the axe's blade itself was crimson-red. The weapon was crafted out of the rarest prismatic metals so it's durability and sharpness was of the highest order, but what made it truly special as a guild weapon was not the material it was made of, but the gem that was embedded in the axe's center.

That gem was the world class item [Mjolnir's Gem], named after the strongest weapon in Norse Mythology, that gem was a world class item that could be used for crafting, it gave any weapon it was built into a special ability.

That ability was transformation. This axe wasn't just an axe, with a few simple commands Azazel, as the guild master, could transform the weapon into another weapon, or into another state entirely. One minute he'd be wielding a metal axe, the next he could be holding a Lance of flames. The gem allowed for 20 different transformations, the ratio of weapon transformations to state transformations was left completely up to the player's discretion. In Azazel's hand was the single most all-purpose weapon in YGGDRASIL, thus Azazel was quite possibly the most dynamic and versatile player in all of Alfheimr when he wielded this weapon. Even Touch-Me the strongest player in Alfheimr would have trouble securing a win against Azazel as he was now.

That was without factoring in the advantage Azazel's racial and class levels gave him in single combat. Azazel was a [Dragonoid] while most people of his race had an elemental attribute attached to them, he had chosen to have no element. While this deprived him of the many advantages aligning with an element gave such as immunity to said element, and ability to use magic pertaining to said element. It more than made up for it with the future possibilities it opened the door to.

His choice of going without an element gave him slightly higher than average resistance and defense to physical damage and sub-par magical resistance and defense. Those stats weren't very appealing which is why most players opted for aligning with an element.

However, after gaining 15 levels in [Greater Normal Dragonoid] the job classes [Draconic Knight], [Greater Draconic Knight], and finally [Legendary Draconic Knight] appeared for Azazel. This class gave him absolute resistance to physical damage and boosted his magical defenses to a passable level.

Combined with his divine-class items that strengthened magical defense, Azazel boasted an extremely high resistance to damage in general. Making him the perfect tank against both warriors and magic casters, and a terrifying opponent to face in a 1v1.

However, he had one glaring weakness, a weakness that was added because of multiple players complaining about the character build being broken thus forcing the GM's to nerf it, this weakness was his weak defense against piercing type attacks. While his body was built to endure against wide attacks with high attack potency. He could not deal with the same attack focused onto a small point. Of course, an enemy player would have to launch a piercing attack that went beyond a certain threshold of damage for said player to exploit Azazel's weakness. As a result [Lancer] classes were his biggest enemies, [Bowmen] were second in line.

Regardless of that new weakness however, Azazel was still a force to be reckoned with. Yet despite all the strength Azazel possessed, in that moment Azazel did not feel like the accomplished player that he was.

He felt pathetic, Azazel's pride would not allow him to forget his defeat by the hands of [Ainz Ooal Gown]. He was furious at his guildmates who suffered the same loss he did but didn't have the same feelings about it as he did, but at the same time Azazel was jealous of them.

Unlike him, his guildmates had other things in their lives to cling to. Azazel only ever had YGGDRASIL, the only thing he could cling to in his life was his former glory in a game. His guildmates had friends, family, and possibly lovers. On the other hand, Azazel had none of that... well he did have a family, but he didn't care much for them.

After all they hated him, claiming that he was a useless son who spent his days wasting time on a pointless game. To put it bluntly his family viewed him as a defect in the family. Azazel chuckled to himself as he mused about how hard it must be for his elitist father to have a hikikimori in the house.

An explosion of colors in the sky tore Azazel from his thoughts, the fireworks had begun. Azazel looked at the clock on his menu [23:55:47]. Though Azazel had already resigned himself to losing YGGDRASIL, one of the sole joys he had found in life, he still hadn't resigned himself to the fact that he'd never get retribution for his guild, and for himself.

Although the best escape from his reality was now coming to an end and he would once again be forced to brave the cold fronts of the real world. The only thing Azazel could think about was how frustrated he was for never getting the chance to defeat [Ainz Ooal Gown].

Azazel spent the last few moments of YGGDRASIL filled with regret as he stared at the entrance to Nazarick, and thus the countdown started.

[23:59:54...55...56...57...58...59...]

[00:00:01]

Azazel blinked twice, staring dumbly into empty space

"Huh?"

In the moment when he was supposed to be forcibly logged out of YGGDRASIL the landscape suddenly shifted, the swamplands started spinning around collecting into one big spiraling mess and slowly disappearing into the center. When the spinning of the world around him had finished the swampland was gone and he now found himself in the middle of nowhere, surrounded in darkness, and most importantly still in YGGDRASIL. Blinking a few more times for good measure, Azazel struggled to maintain his composure. After gaining a semblance of his calmness back. Many thoughts flashed through Azazel's head

"Was there some kind of delay in the shutdown? Was the shutdown canceled? Was there a mistake in my forced logout?"

Azazel knew none of the answers to his questions, realizing trying to figure it out by himself was futile Azazel tried to open the menu to get in contact with a GM. When the menu refused to show up no matter what he tried that semblance of calm Azazel had managed to scrape together tied a noose around its neck and promptly hung itself.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

Azazel's panic filled cry echoed throughout the darkness, shaking the walls around him causing loose pebbles to fall from above.

As if in mockery of his confusion several pebbles fell on top of Azazel's head. Of course, none of them actually hurt him due to his [Absolute Physical Damage Invalidation] which didn't let most physical attacks damage him.

A dazed Azazel lumbered around the dark space around him, being a Dragonoid he was a creature that could see well in the dark. He realized now that he was in some sort of chasm, the space above him was vast and seemingly endless. Even with his advanced sight Azazel could not see where that space ended or how high up it went.

After staring up at the vast space above him for about 5 minutes while moving around, Azazel was forced to look down when his foot sank into something soft and mushy. Azazel looked down and found his foot submerged into a corpse's open gut. Ahead of him there were countless more corpses like the one his foot was in. The corpses had varying levels of intactness, some were missing heads, others had missing halves, and others were so messed up you couldn't even tell that it was once alive, but in the end, they were all corpses.

The Azazel 7 minutes ago would have run away screaming at this sight, but strangely enough as the feelings of disgust and fear rose up in Azazel's stomach, as he felt the vomit start working its way up his throat, he suddenly calmed down and lost all traces of his previous emotion. It was as if some invisible presence had forcibly halted his emotions, there was a voice in the back of his head whispering "This much is only natural for lower-life forms such as these". That voice gave Azazel pause. He wondered when exactly he had started thinking of other species as lower-life forms, he'd certainly thought of himself as better than others but he never claimed to be of a higher existence than them.

Shaking the thought from his head, a now calm Azazel removed his foot from the corpse, took a step back from the pile or corpses and began analyzing the situation. In front of him was a pile of broken corpses, not a single corpse was intact in any way. Therefore, he could only assume that these corpses had fallen from whatever lay at the end of the vast space above him, or was thrown from it. Perhaps this place was a dumping site for the dead, but since Azazel had no way of confirming that he decided to move that thought to the back of his mind for now.

After this new evidence had come to light Azazel was now convinced that he was in a chasm of some sort, the question he had to answer now was if he was alone, and if he wasn't, who was with him, how many were they, how strong were they. As staying where he was would have accomplished nothing Azazel decided to push on and search for other intelligent creatures that were not dead.

He waded through the sea of corpses in front of him. After Azazel had taken a few steps through, he suddenly sensed three presences moving towards him from the back. Muttering something about shitty timing, Azazel turned around and brandished Mjolnir preparing himself for a fight. In the distance, the shadow of three large dragons came into view. They landed at the corner of the corpse sea, careful not to touch them.

The one in front was bigger than the other two who stayed behind, this one was likely the alpha of the group. It rose its head high as if to look down on Azazel, he then spoke

"What is your name... creature, I haven't seen anything like you before?"

Azazel lowered his guard, before him was a group of low level green dragons. This group of three could be slaughtered with a single hit each from Azazel's weapon.

However, one thing caught Azazel's interest. They were talking, their mouths were moving, their facial expressions were changing, and most importantly they were talking. Azazel's brain went into overdrive as possibilities flashed through his head.

"Is this an update of some sort? YGGDRASIL 2 or something?"

Azazel gave that line of thought some serious consideration, but decided it didn't make sense that they wouldn't announce something that important.

"What the hell is going on? This shouldn't be possible. Was I transported into another- No that can't be, what is this an anime? There's no way."

Azazel decided to treat the dragons like NPC'S. Albeit sentient NPC's, but at the end of the day still NPC's

"Isn't it polite to give your name first before asking for someone else's?"

The dragon bared its teeth, clearly, he was trying to threaten Azazel, who remained unflinching.

"You are not in a position to be speaking to me in that tone, However I will forgive it if you beg for forgiveness… Hand me that weapon too, my treasure sense is itching."

The dragon added a low growl to the end of his sentence to imply the consequences of refusing.

Azazel snorted at the arrogance of this weakling in front of him. Angered by Azazel's reaction, the dragon struck his large arm at Azazel's figure. A large sound emanated from the impact of the dragon's large hand crashing into Azazel's figure.

Much to the dragon's surprise, Azazel was not sent flying by the strike, on the contrary the dragonkin could not remove his hand from Azazel, who had grabbed the dragon's wrist with one hand.

Azazel laughed as he tightened his grip on the dragon's arm. Roars of pain and the sounds of bones breaking rang throughout the chasm. After thoroughly crushing its arm Azazel released the dragon, allowing it to rear back in fear.

"YOU! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

Azazel laughed, a playful smile danced around his lips.

"Hey, remember what you said about letting me live if I begged for forgiveness?"

The dragon's eyes widened in fear and understanding. It immediately forgot the pain in its hands and prostrated itself before Azazel's figure. Satisfied, Azazel turned his gaze onto the other two dragons, who were shaking uncontrollably from head to toe. Yelping in surprise at his gaze they immediately assumed the same position as their alpha. Grunting to himself in satisfaction, Azazel approached the dragon that attacked him

"So, tell me, what's your name?"

"Zynaicri=Jervom!"

Azazel turned his gaze over to the two other dragons, who frantically spurted out their names upon meeting Azazel's gaze

"Romrenth=Mymmer!"

"Gieldrycriss=Jinnid!"

Azazel laughed as he walked past Zynaicri, dragging Mjolnir along lazily causing a scraping sound to ring out as he moved. Zynaicri tensed up as Azazel walked past him, refusing to relax even when Azazel was completely behind him. Eying the dragons up and down, a sadistic smile broke out on Azazel's face.

"Oh, I wasn't asking for your names"

With that same smile on his face Azazel swung Mjolnir, and in one instant he lopped of both Romrenth and Gieldrycriss's head. The two dragon's bodies fell to the ground like puppets whose strings have been cut.

Zynaicri stared wide-eyed at the bodies of his fellow dragonkin who, in an instant, were reduced to just another corpse in the Great Rift. Zynaicri then lifted his gaze from the corpses to Azazel who looked like he was relishing the moment.

"W-Why?"

"Hmmm? Why? you ask… It's quite simple really, they were unnecessary"

A shiver went through Zynaicri's body as he heard Azazel's cruel words

"And besides…"

Azazel went on

"I was in a pretty bad mood, and I needed to let of some steam. So, it was perfect timing I guess"

Azazel turned his gaze back at Zynaicri, who was doing his best to make himself as small as possible which wasn't easy given that he was at least twice Azazel's size.

"Alright, tell me everything you know"

"E-Everything…?"

"Hmmm, I suppose that is a bit vague, let's start with… where the hell are we?"

"Uhh, we are in the Great Rift"

"Uh-huh, and where is the Great Rift?"

"The Great Rift is a giant chasm located within the Azerlisia Mountains"

Azazel narrowed his eyes at Zynaicri.

"If you don't start making sense, and fast… I'll turn you into a corpse. WHERE THE FUCK IS THE AZERLISIA MOUNTAINS?! I've never even heard of such a place in YGGDRASIL, you trying to lie to me?"

Zynaicri made a sound that was decidedly not very dragon-like, it was more reminiscent of a scared dog than a massive dragon.

"N-No… I-I swear I'm not lying, we really are in the Azerlisia Mountains."

Zynaicri wanted to say more, specifically he wanted to ask what the hell YGGDRASIL was but out of fear for his life he kept his mouth shut. After a brief pause that felt like an eternity to the quivering dragon, Azazel let out a long sigh

"Alright then, tell me where exactly the Azerlisia Mountains is"

"Uhh…The Azerlisia Mountains lies in between the borders of the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire"

Azazel stopped questioning Zynaicri. He walked away from the dragon who breathed a sigh of relief. Azazel had never heard of those names in his life.

"Is it possible?"

He thought to himself, after mulling over the matter for a good while Azazel came to the conclusion that he was somehow transported into another world. It wasn't the same as YGGDRASIL, but from his short altercation with the dragons he could tell that it had YGGDRASIL elements. He didn't understand what this meant or how this was possible, but he had accepted it.

Azazel suddenly broke into a laugh as he remembered the first time he had openly rebelled against his father for the sake of YGGDRASIL. His father's face went beet-red as he shouted,

"If you like that dumb game so much, why don't you go live in it!"

Azazel's urge to laugh was suddenly quashed by that same invisible presence from earlier. However, his amusement came back shortly after

"Well, old man… it's not exactly the same, but looks like you got your wish."

Azazel's amusement came to a halt and he was hit with a wave of regret as it suddenly dawned on him that the two dragons whose lives he used as entertainment were not simple NPC's. He glanced at their corpses, and his regret intensified. However, this emotion was shut down as well much like his earlier amusement. In a calmer state of mind, Azazel decided it'd be best to forget and just be more mindful of taking lives in the future.

He turned back towards Zynaicri, who, frightened by Azazel's sudden laughter, was closing his eyes shut.

"Tell me, what's a dragon like you doing in a place like this?"

Zynaicri showed signs of hesitation as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. To prod him on Azazel subtly threatened him by raising his axe. Zynaicri yelped as he blurted out an answer.

"I'm a part of a large community of dragons, we were all gathered here by the Behemoth Dragon Lord"

Azazel's ears perked up at the words "Dragon Lord"

"Interesting… Tell me more about this Dragon Lord of yours"

"He is a Dragon Lord of monstrous size, even among the other Dragon Lords his size is special. The same can be said of his physical capabilities. While he might not have the strong magic that the other Dragon Lords have, he is head and shoulders above the other Dragon Lords in terms of physical capabilities. He has been in hiding here ever since the Eight Greed Kings showed up. He's our protector as well as our lord."

Azazel was interested in the Eight Greed Kings that Zynaicri mentioned, but he decided to take things one at a time. This Behemoth Dragon Lord was interesting too, Dragons were a particularly proud race, bowing only to overwhelming strength, and their greed. For him to have gained the respect of even a lowly dragon such as Zynaicri, he must be strong. Despite his strength however, he had holed up in some cave after sensing the slightest bit of danger. He would be easy to control, assuming he wasn't some sort of Dungeon Boss Azazel should be able to deal with him easily. Even if he was a Dungeon Boss Mjolnir's multiple weapons, some of which could unleash powerful skills should give him enough of an advantage to win.

"Bring me to this Behemoth Dragon Lord."

With those words Azazel placed Mjolnir into his inventory. He didn't understand it, but somehow he knew exactly what to do to open up his inventory. A pitch-black hole wreathed in a purple glow appeared adjacent to his hand as he shoved Mjolnir in. After checking to make sure he could access it again, he motioned for Zynaicri to lead the way.

Zynaicri gave a grunt of surprise as his eyes widened. Then his facial expressions returned to their former poker face. Truth be told however, Zynaicri was so happy he could jump for sure. While he believed that Azazel was strong, he didn't think for a second that Azazel could compare to the Behemoth Dragon Lord. On the contrary he was looking forward to seeing Azazel get torn apart, if Azazel wasn't right in front of him he would have jumped for joy.

"Understood, please follow me"

Thabim Bululdr, the great dragon known as Behemoth Dragon Lord, rose from his slumber when his senses picked up an unknown presence so close to his territory.

Thabim was a dragon with extraordinary physical capabilities, even amongst his fellow Dragon Lords his senses were terrifyingly superior. These senses amplified by his surroundings allowed him to sense any presence in the Great Rift, and to an extent even the events that took place. Yet despite that, something had somehow made it so close into his territory without him noticing. He looked around his surroundings at his fellow dragons. It seems none of them have noticed it yet, he didn't expect much but he was quite disappointed that they couldn't at least tell that something was unusual.

"Xolbat"

Thabim called out to his second-in-command, a member of the green dragon race (much like everyone else in his little kingdom). Xolbat turned his head to look at Thabim, bowed once then asked

"What is, My lord?"

"It seems something has managed to get near us, send out a patrol team at once. Capture the intruder if he surrenders, kill him otherwise."

Xolbat's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, any other dragon in this cavern would have reacted the same way had they heard what Xolbat heard. After all it was hard enough to get to the bottom of the Great Rift, but what kind of skill was required to make it down without attracting the attention of the Behemoth Dragon Lord, and what's more it managed to get close.

"I will dispatch a team at once, My lord"

After bowing his head once more, Xolbat flew off to relay Thabim's orders. Thabim watched as a group of three green dragons flew through one of the smaller tunnels they had made for quick and subtle entrance into the main stretch off the Great Rift.

Thabim's abode was simply a cavern that contained the remains of an ancient dwarven stronghold, which was now completely abandoned. While it was within the Great Rift, it wasn't the Great Rift itself.

Thabim observed the presence, interested in how it would react to the arrival of his dragons. Thabim felt the three presences make contact with the intruder. After 3 minutes of observation, the Behemoth Dragon's eyes widened. The intruder had killed two of the dragons in an instant. The feat itself wasn't overly impressive. He himself could do such a thing quite easily, however the fact that this creature could even manage to match up to a Dragon Lord level feat was worthy enough of praise.

His alertness level rapidly rising, Thabim lifted his gigantic body from his treasure hoard and flew towards the entrance of his personal cavern, deciding that he would meet this new foe as an equal at the front gates.

Azazel reached the end of the tunnel Zynaicri had led him to, and was met with a dragon that made Zynaicri look like a child. It stood at a ridiculous 150 meters and almost half that in width, it's tail was nearly double its height, and it's wing span was at least 1 or 2 meters wider than its body on each side. It was covered in pitch black scales, with gray eyes and a pitch-black pupil. This beast of a Dragon, whom Azazel assumed was the one known as Behemoth Dragon Lord, regarded him with careful eyes despite the overwhelming difference in size.

Azazel grinned, this was an interesting opponent, it was strong enough to be able to discern the strength of even the most powerful beings. From what he could tell, it was around level 80-85. While it was child's play for someone of his caliber, Azazel understood why Zynaicri had fled to the Behemoth's side upon reaching the end of the tunnel. Judging with looks and presence alone, the Behemoth certainly seemed superior.

A booming voice shot through the cavern shaking a few pebbles loose from the ceiling, cutting of Azazel's thoughts.

"State your name intruder!"

With a grin on his face Azazel replied

"I am Azazel, proud leader of the [Zehid Regime] I take it you are the Behemoth Dragon Lord"

"So, you know who I am, yet you still walk through my domain?"

"Hardly, I only heard about you from Zynaicri over there."

"I will give you one warning. Leave now and I will spare you"

Azazel gazed at the Behemoth, a little puzzled, the Behemoth's posture had not changed. It was still on high alert against Azazel, but it's words gave of the opposite message, a condescending tone coupled with arrogant words. Azazel was confused, seeking an answer to his confusion he looked around and noticed the hundreds of dragons looking up at the Behemoth expectantly and he realized it. The dragon was keeping up appearances, he could not let the other dragons see him show weakness.

Azazel could relate to the dragon's problem, appearances were very important after all. They were important things to keep up for a top-class guild. However, he could not give in now just because he sympathized with the opponent, he needed more information and this was the best place to get it. Placing his opponent under his gaze Azazel spoke

"Come and kill me if you can"

The Behemoth's body tensed up, a prelude to his attack, after a moment's pause its giant arms came rushing towards Azazel at a speed that should not have been possible for something of that size. The wind around its wide palm were pushed aside causing a vacuum. While to the other onlookers this movement was as swift as the wind, to Azazel it was unbearably slow.

Azazel bent down to a crouching position on the ground, his figure was the splitting image of a tiger about to pounce on its prey. Azazel allowed the Behemoth's hand to get a little closer before he leapt towards the Behemoth at an alarming speed. Azazel's push-off from the ground caused a sonic-boom as his body was shot forward like a speeding bullet. Azazel tilted his body to the right, narrowly dodging the Behemoth's hand, and brought out Mjolnir. He activated its transform ability [Mjolnir-Transform: Fire State: Axe] After bringing out the Battle Axe wreathed in flames Azazel activated his skill [Draconic Armageddon], and activated the weapon's skill right after [Mjolnir Skill-boost]. Riding on the momentum of his pounce Azazel swung Mjolnir with a vertical slash, unleashing [Draconic Armageddon] on the Behemoth Dragon.

Azazel's strike went through the Behemoth's skull as easily as it would have gone through empty air, and [Draconic Armageddon], which was activated by the swing tore the rest of the dragon's body in half. His left and right sides, blown away by the resulting shockwave, flew to their respective sides at alarming speeds, almost crushing the onlookers who were too stunned to move.

Azazel smiled as he looked upon the carnage he had caused with a single strike. [Draconic Armageddon] alone would not have been enough to achieve such an outstanding result, the slaughter he had just performed was the direct cause of a skill that the world item [Mjolnir] granted to its users. This skill was [Mjolnir Skill-boost], this skill would greatly boost the effectiveness of Azazel's attacks. When used to augment an attack skill, the resulting firepower was strong enough to wipe out a party of level 100 players at the bare minimum. This was an unfair ability, but such was the power of a world class item.

Azazel fixed the stunned dragons with a cold stare, lingering longer on Zynaicri whose shock was the most amusing to Azazel.

"Does anyone else want to try?"

The surrounding dragons immediately prostrated themselves before him, simultaneously shouting words of reverence.

"All hail the great Dragon God Azazel-sama"

Azazel laughed inwardly, it had been a long time since he'd been bathed in such a warm feeling of glory. Azazel gazed around at the bowing dragons, then at the Behemoth's corpse. Azazel though that it was quite a waste, that dragon was just about the only useful creature in this place. As he was lamenting its loss an idea struck him. Putting on a regal voice, he spoke to the bowing dragons

"You have witnessed my power to bring death… now you will witness my power to bring life"

With that Azazel took out a large dragon themed pendant from his inventory and equipped it. He then chanted its magic A flash of light suddenly shone from the pendant, after blinking thrice it shot out a ray of light towards one half of Behemoth's split body. While another ray of light shot out to the ground creating a magic circle large enough to encompass the entire cavern. After several seconds passed a burst of light was born from the magic circle, bathing everything in a bright light. Azazel had just used the divine-class item [Life King's Pendant] which unleashed the super-tier magic known as Holy Rebirth. This item cast a magic circle around a wide-area and revived any recently dead beings within the magic circle.

The dragons watched in awe as Behemoth's body was surrounded by the encompassing light, and pieced back together. After the light had died down, a blood-curling roar came from the mouth of the previously dead Behemoth. A natural reaction, for one who had just experienced death and come back to tell the tale. After taking in his surroundings and then affixing his gaze on Azazel, Behemoth understood what had transpired. He prostrated himself before Azazel and spoke his words of submission as well as his oath of fealty.

"I pledge my life to you, Oh Great Dragon God. Azazel-sama!"

"I accept your pledge, raise your head and tell me your name"

"I was once known as Thabim Bululdr"

"All right then Thabim… tell me, what resides outside this chasm. Outside this… Great Rift, was it?"

"I will do as you command. Outside this Great Rift exists a community of Frost Dragons, Dwarves, and a sub-species of Beastmen known as Quagao"

"A community of?... they co-exist?"

"It is as you say"

Azazel was a bit shocked by that news, he didn't understand how dragons, who were naturally a pride species, could co-exist with such weak existences like dwarves, and whatever those Quagao were.

"How is this possible? Are you sure it is co-existence and not a case of subservience to the Frost Dragons"

"I am certain, Azazel-sama. This situation came to be due to the existence of a frighteningly powerful undead magic caster. The Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown, presides over these creatures"

Azazel's heart skipped a beat

"Right now, did you just say… Ainz Ooal Gown?"

"Yes"

Azazel's body shook with excitement, that undead magic caster was probably Momonga, the guild master of [Ainz Ooal Gown], Azazel did not know why he had taken the name of his guild nor how long he's been here, but there was one thing he did know. This was destiny, the Gods have brought him here for a second chance at defeating [Ainz Ooal Gown], he was meant to settle things here guild master to guild master. With a grin of delight and a visible gleam in his eye, Azazel made a declaration to his new "guildmates"

"My fellow dragons… we are going to war!

Author's Note: First chapter done. Thank you for reading through all that and please share your opinions with me by making a review.

Side note: 150 meters is half the Eiffel tower's height.