Chapter 3
Blood Valkyrie Part 1
Warning! I DO NOT OWN NARUTO NOR OVERLORD!
-Somewhere in the Kingdom of Re-Estize-
In YGGDRASIL, the Battle Reaper's guards, or also known as the Grey Guard. Were mysterious and not much is known about them, even the Battle Reaper's guild mates knew little about their abilities and gear. Though they were generally level 100, their gear was rumored to be legacy-tier to keep balance, but that was just rumors.
In actuality, the Grey Guards were comprised of two races, - three if you include their captain's - angels and demons. Their gear was relic-tier. And they were level 95 instead of 100.
During the raid on Ainz Ooal Gown in YGGDRASIL on the seventh floor, Madara jumped into a crowd of players and slaughtered them. The Battle Reaper reaped around forty enemy players before retreating, his obedient Grey Guards killed twelve in the moment of confusion. The party of 1500 players failed on the seventh floor.
Now one of the guards of the Battle Reaper was currently cloaked and tailed a carriage from above. The wings of white feathers signified it was an angel. For simplicity sake let's call him Michael.
Inside the carriage, a light atmosphere was accompanied by little chit-chat. An elderly man dressed in a butler uniform sat comfortably beside a beautiful blonde woman dressed in a dress suitable for a noble. Sitting parallel to them was a girl who looked no older than fourteen with a bust size that would've made a perverted man raise an eyebrow. Two beautiful women flanked her left and right.
The elderly butler was the head butler of the Tomb of Nazarick, Sebas Tian, who was also the leader of the Pleiades Six Stars. The woman who sat by his side was Solution Epsilon, who was in truth the butler's subordinate.
The little mistress that sat parallel to them was Shalltear Bloodfallen, the floor guardian of the first, second, and third floor of Nazarick. The two women by her side were her minions, vampire brides.
As stated before, the atmosphere was light and chit chat filled the carriage but it was inaudible to the outside due to magic. Suddenly Sebas asked a question that suddenly changed the mood. "Do you find it strange that Lord Madara himself would send a personal guard of his esteemed self for a mission such as this?"
The carriage interior went silent with that question, indeed the Supreme Being was like a separate entity, working only with Nazarick when his and Ainz Ooal Gown's interest aligned. Maybe their interest aligned when collecting information on this world's magic?
Shalltear spoke up diligently. "I believe Madara-sama's and Ainz-sama's interest aligned so in order to check for a martial arts user, Madara-sama provided an inconspicuous swordsman from his personal guard." As she spoke their carriage went to a slow stop. "Never mind that, it would seem that they are here."
They did not need to face them as the subject of their latest chatter swooped in and instantly knocked out the bandits. Despite this, a displeased look on Shalltear's face marred her perfect face. "This is rather... boring. Oh well."
Standing tall at the height of 6 ft 4, was a warrior clad in white shining armor with beautiful feathered wings sprouting from his back. "I sorry disappoint, my lady," Michael bowed in apology.
"It's fine," the buxom vampire waved off. She now stood before the group of men that were tied up. "Let's get this over with so I may have their blood."
One of the vampire brides approached a random soldier and awoke him, using pain. "Ah!" the mercenary screamed as the bride dug deeper into his shoulder.
The man's skin color started to grey as the spell turned him into an undead. "Where is your hideout?" she asked, knowing that it was under her control.
"It's in the mountains a few miles from here."
Michael approached the bride. "Ask him if there are any martial art users."
The vampire bride nodded and repeated the question. "Are there any martial art users in your group?"
"Yes. Brain Unglaus, the one who is on Gazef Stronoff's level."
Shalltear and Michael seemed satisfied with the answer. Sebas approached and asked, "What shall we do with the rest of them?"
"I guess we'll take care of them," Shalltear nonchalantly replied. She gracefully approached the group of men who were currently unconscious. "You may have the driver as you have requested, Solution."
Solution's graceful smile morphed into an ear-splitting grin. "Thank you."
Thus began the slaughter of the mercenaries or bandits.
They parted from Sebas and Solution in order to fulfill their respective missions. It took fifteen minutes to arrive at the hideout. They were crouched and observing their prey.
"Shall I take care of them?" Shalltear asked as she took a glance at Michael.
"If you like, Shalltear-sama," Michael replied respectively.
Shalltear's little grin gave her a cute look. "Please drop the pleasantries."
"You are my superior, Shalltear-sama. I wouldn't dare do that."
Shalltear's grin dropped and a sneer of annoyance marred her perfect face. "Then as your superior, I order you to drop the pleasantries."
Michael bowed in apology. "I'm sorry if I may offend you, Shalltear," the angel apologized.
In response, Shalltear waved her hand dismissively. "Let's finish this first." She grinned as she hefted the undead thrall who was obediently following.
The entrance of the mercenaries' hideout was blocked off by a fort of some sorts that only protected the people manning it from the midriff and below. It was obviously a wall only for warning the people inside rather than defending. It was a great strategy nevertheless.
Back to the cute little vampire, she hefted the thrall and threw him at speeds that broke the sound barrier. "Strike!" she declared as the body broke through the wooden wall. The vampire brides and Michael clapped silently in response.
"Good job, Shalltear-sama."
"Amazing, Shalltear-sama."
While the brides were praising their master, Michael watched the actions of the humans, trying to decipher behavior patterns. This was also his mission, learn human behavior for future reference. He was satisfied yet dissatisfied when the humans scrambled and tried to ring the bell.
Shalltear grinned childishly as she motioned for another throwable object. A vampire bride took hold of a rock the size of her head and handed it to the Shalltear.
"Thank you."
The vampire bride bowed in respect.
Shalltear threw the rock in the same manner as she threw the human thrall. It again broke the sound barrier. It again broke the walls and the morale of the humans there.
Michael frowned when he heard the ringing of the bell. Certainly, there was a more silent approach, he had the assassin class after all. Though now if he thought on it, the vampires didn't have any stealth classes or skills.
"Let's go. You stay here," Shalltear ordered as she motioned to the vampire bride on her left. "Shall you take the lead?" she asked the angel.
"Very well. I do have to test out the humans for the martial arts."
Thus Michael walked towards the cave with Shalltear and her minion following behind.
When they entered they were met with a half a dozen armed humans. However, their resistance was futile.
Morale was already low as they witnessed the destruction of their fortifications. Now with a man in shining armor that looked like it came from legends, their morale was incredibly low, on the very edge of breaking point.
Then a sudden roar went up which ignited their fear and their courage and pride overtook the uneasiness that existed. "Bastards!"
Michael smiled gently under his helm. He drew his sword, the Sword of Kindness. "O Lord, please grant me thy power," he prayed as time slowed down for him. "Forgive thy sins. May thy be sent to paradise or in Hell." In one move, half of them died.
"W-Wha-" the survivors of the drawing of his sword stammered as they backed away.
"Is he part of the Slane Theocracy?!"
"Monster!"
Michael took the insults with a gentle smile, though they couldn't see it. "All sentient beings, may it be humans, demi-humans, or sinners they all have a chance in going to paradise. As long they repent." He paused his dialogue. "Surrender your lives peacefully and repent for your sins."
When he spoke his words was like music, a deadly music that threatened to entice and put them in a never-ending sleep. They still stood their ground and paid the price.
"Very well. You are to be condemned in Hell for your crimes," Michael spoke softly as he approached the humans. "Even my kindness isn't infinite." Then all their heads were separated from their bodies, their blood was pulled out by a red ball made by Shalltear.
They continued their way through the halls of the cave.
"May I inquire what this paradise you spoke of?" Shalltear asked as they pleasantly walked the halls, undisturbed for the time being.
"The paradise is called many names: Heaven, the spiritual realm, the soul society, and so on. The true paradise is where our masters, the Supreme Beings, go to when they leave the realm of the gods. It is also the afterlife of all sentient beings that either repent for their sins or did not commit any sins at all.
Hell, on the other hand, is a place where the condemned and the people who did not repent go to. Hell is a place where even I gone yet. You may acquire more information if you ask the Supreme Beings or a demon."
Michael smiled warmly under his helm. A dozen more humans appeared before them.
"Repent and surrender your lives," he said simply, simplifying his chant and prayer.
"Tch. Cocky bastard!" a human sneered in disgust as he swung his sword overhead. The man found that his arm was missing. However before he could scream, he lost the ability to as his head was sliced clean off.
"Now repent or be sent to Hell."
Half of the humans screamed and ran away, only running a few steps before they found an arrow, made out of magic, sticking out from their throat.
The rest either were too scared to run, bowed in submission, or tried to fight. All of them were slaughtered in a blink of an eye.
"Oh dear. I may have overdone it a bit," Michael sighed at the carnage.
"As expected of a being made by the Reaper of Nazarick," Shalltear smirked gently. "Efficient yet ruthless. But I dare say that there is still quite a large gap between us still."
"You flatter me, Shalltear-sama." Michael removed his helm to show his smile, before he proceeded to dissipate the helmet. Shalltear gave the angel an annoyed look.
The man was truly an angel, a being of divine power. His blonde hair and golden eyes, held power yet kindness. The white halo on the back of head showed that his race of angels was inspired by the Christian faith. His wings were currently sprouted but if he were to sprout them, his look of an angel would've been complete.
"The blood got between the eye sockets of my helmet," he explained gently.
Then they heard the movement of boots approaching. A single set of them. Michael didn't relax but didn't take a stance, yet.
A man appeared from around the corner. A katana was tightly fastened to his side.
"Ah. You must be Brain Unglaus," Michael smiled politely. "You may call me Michael, a guard of his majesty." The angelic man then proceeded to bow politely.
"Oh? Were you looking for me?" Brain asked.
"Yes. You see our masters were wondering if we could take a look at your martial arts," Michael smiled. "You see our masters are busy men, they would've gone here themselves to set an agreement. But right we are here to bring back to our masters so they may make a deal with you."
Brain Unglaus eyes glared at the man. A warrior's technique was their pride and for someone wants to discard their pride and ask if they could steal the technique was an obvious offense.
"I'm sorry but I will pass," he returned as he went to his stance. This man... he's not human, is he?
"That's rather unfortunate, very well I'll take you by force," Michael's angelic smile strained. Humans are such interesting and stubborn creatures. Michael didn't fall into a stance, rather he held the sword to his side.
Brain knew this man was strong and that the man was truthful in his intentions. But this man was arrogant, putting his sword to his side and not taking a stance, this man, Michael, is underestimating him. That arrogance is going get him killed in this fight.
He drank a potion previously so currently his strength and speed were increased. This fight was decided before it began.
"{Field}," he called silently upon the first martial art he ever learned. "{Instant reflex}."
He now had to wait for his opponent to come at him.
"Oh? Is this martial arts?" the man questioned as he slowly walked to Brain. "I presume you're done? Very well." Then he stepped into Brian's {field}.
This fight is over. "{God Flash!}"
{God Flash} was his trump card. It was developed after many years training to beat Gazef Stronoff. This technique was his embodiment of his desire to defeat the strongest man in the kingdom. With this technique, he was able to defeat monsters stronger than he. So he expected it to kill the man.
Instead, it was countered by a sword that was fit for a king. Clang!
"Huh?" Brain's brain didn't fully register the noise.
"So that was martial arts, or was that just a swing?" Michael calmly asked as he forced Brain's katana down using his longsword. "If that was martial arts, then I'm extremely disappointed."
Brain's senses came back to him as he stared dumbly at the longsword of his foe. He disengaged and went into a drawn stance.
"You monster."
Michael's feces strained even further. "I assure you I'm no monster. I'm actually the opposite, I'm a loyal follower, a guard of his majesty."
"S-So you're a lapdog of the king?" Brain said uneasy, he started to sweat in fear.
"No. I'm the lapdog of the Supreme Being, the Reaper of Nazarick," Michael corrected politely. "Now would you kindly come with us?" He took a step forward.
I have to run. I won't win. Brain thought in his head as he took a step back in conjunction to the step Michael took. Using this thought, the genius swordsman slashed with precise accuracy at the angel's neck.
"Ah!" he roared as the strike was blocked and he withdrew to attack again. This repeated this a dozen times, each strike aimed somewhere else.
"How boring. Here let me take care of him," a childish voice spoke from behind the handsome man.
"I do n-"
Michael shut up when Shalltear sent an annoyed glance at him. "Eh... as you wish, Shalltear-sama."
The pale ball gown wearing fourteen year old sent a death glare at Michael. "For the love of my creator! Stop with the pleasantries!" she shouted in annoyance.
The blue haired swordsman didn't know what was going on but he took that moment to turn heel and run. In a fight between swordsmen, turning your back was practically a death sentence as well as disrespectful. But right now he did not care, he just wanted to run and escape.
"Oh? He's running away? No matter, I'll take care of him," the buxom vampire's voice echoed as she smirked. Then her perfect and beautiful form turned into a hideous monster. "This is so fun!" she exclaimed as she rushed after the frightened swordsman.
"Shalltear-sama..." Michael trailed off before sending a glance at the vampire bride. He flashed the undead a beautiful smile, "Let us follow her."
Despite being and undead vampire, the bride did have feelings and her cheeks burned red, a stark contrast to her pale skin. "Y-Yes. We should," she agreed.
Another ability of the Grey Guards was their charm. For the angels it was an angelic handsome charm, for the demons it was a devilishly handsome charm. It was passive and was always on.
Now, the angel and the lone vampire bride rushed over to their superior/master.
When they arrived they saw the corpses of many dead mercenaries sprawled on the floor. "May they rest in peace," Michael prayed.
"Rah! An escape route!" Shalltear screamed from another room.
They stood there inspecting the carnage. Then the other vampire bride rushed in.
"There are several people coming!"
"Survivors?! Then we shall go out there and meet them!" her voice was truly grotesque.
It's truly a blessing that she isn't attacking me. Michael thought with a minor shiver. The gap between level 95 and 100 was comparable to a sapling to a fully grown tree. So in short he stood virtually no chance against her.
The people who were approaching were a party with a tight formation. Vanguard was comprised of warriors, potential candidates for martial art wielders. Behind them were a woman with red hair and two priestly men with staves.
That reminds me. I need to study this people's culture and religion. Michael thought as he studied the mages that was garbed priest clothing.
The angel watched passively as his superior made short work of the group. She only stopped her killing spree when she was about to kill the red head. Her vampire brides heeded a command from her and subdued the red head.
Michael floated down behind the vampire. "Is something the matter, Shalltear-sama?"
"Tch. It seems I made a mistake," Shalltear growled out. "And for the love of the Supreme Ones! Stop calling me such honorifics!"
"I don't think it's a suitable time for such things. Honorifics is there to clear up the hierarchy, if we do not use them then the world would be a confusing place," Michael gently replied. "I'll stop using honorifics, Shalltear."
"Good."
The vampire looked at the red head in the eyes. "Look into my eyes." Once the charm of the Bewitching Eyes took over the woman, Shalltear started her interrogation.
She picked up a broken bottle and trust it in the woman's face. "Where did you get it? Who gave it to you?"
"I got it at an innovative from someone clad in black armor."
Michael's eyes widened in realization and understood why Shalltear spared the woman for now. No doubt about it, it's Ainz-sama's second persona, the dark adventurer, Momon.
Shalltear mumbled to herself in shock. "An inn in which... which city?"
"It was an inn in E-Rantel."
Michael's eyes widened while Shalltear stumbled from the shock. The only angel in the vicinity asked the question this time.
"Why did this person give you it?"
He knew it was rude but it was incredibly important to get the whole story in order to avoid a misunderstanding.
"He got into a fight and accidentally broke my potion that I spent my money on. He gave me this potion as compensation."
Shalltear and Michael visibly relaxed, the latter releasing a sigh of relief. "So it was just compensation... is there anything else? Why are you here?" Shalltear took the lead again and asked the question.
"Usually we do highway security, but we heard some thieves had a hideout in the area, so we came to check it out. Then it seemed something strange happened, so we spit out the team in two. I'm here for a reconnaissance-in-force mission."
"You split your team?"
"Yes. We didn't know how many thieves there would be, so our plan was to probe their defenses and then lead them where the other group is preparing the trap."
"So there's another thing," Shalltear mumbled. "How many people came here?"
"Seven including me, and then-"
Michael got off the redhead, "Seven?" He and Shalltear eyed the corpses. Three warrior's, one priest, one caster, and the redhead, there were only six in total.
"Yes. There was one ranger she would go to E-Rantel for help in an emergency."
Michael and Shalltear froze.
"Gah!" Shalltear spat. The mage was too loud and the ranger got the hint and probably was on his way to the fortress city.
Neither of them and the brides had tracking skills. Hence the reason why Shalltear summoned her wolves.
"My kin!"
Level 7 vampire wolves moved out from their summoner's shadow. Luckily they had tracking skills.
"Go! Find any humans in the forest and devour them!" the summoned wolves heeded their master and dispersed.
Shalltear was furious at herself. Her master, Ainz Ooal Gown, was going to be furious with her.
Michael thought the same but instead, it was his master, Madara.
"I shall search from the skies," Michael declared as the magnificent wings of white sprouted from his back.
Shalltear pondered on what to do. Her frustration was getting the better of her. Steam seemed to come from her ears as she thought on what to do. Maybe if I let the woman live...
That's what was her conclusion was: let the woman live.
"What is your name?"
"Brita."
"Okay. I won't forget it."
Shalltear turned to her minions. "For now, collect everything that is here. We're withdrawing." Maybe of she were to disseminate false information...
"Mistress Shalltear, what shall we do with the rest of them?"
She eyed Brita. "Leave her."
"No, the other women."
Shalltear looked at her minion dumbly. "Huh? Other women?"
"Yes, Mistress Shalltear. When we searched inside for any hidden survivors, we discovered several women who seemed to have been used to handle sexual desire. What should we do with them?"
Shalltear's metaphorical gears in her head ground together creating a headache. She cradled her head as she grew more frustrated.
"Mistress, what should we-"
"How should I now?!" Shalltear screamed in pure frustration. "Whatever! I don't know! I have no idea! We'll leave them. We'll leave them and go! Stick Brita in with them!"
Michael took that time to descend. "Are you alright Shalltear?" the angel asked in concern.
"We're going to get in trouble... big ti-" the abrupt pause earned her a curious glance from Michael. She felt it, the death of her kin.
"Hurry up and throw her in with the others! I'll set up markers so you can follow! Let's go Michael!" Shalltear shouted as she set off, the angel flying behind her.
They arrived at the place where she lost track of her kin.
They were on a whole different level compared to the humans they saw previously, possibly the only one who could potentially match even one of them was Brain Unglaus. They wore diverse gear, making them easily identifiable class-wise.
Michael studied all of them, all except one were lower than level 55. The one who seemed the strongest felt like he was stronger than Solution Epsilon of the Pleiades.
"Use it." The man ordered. The humans immediately began acting on the order. Shalltear ignored them but Michael studied the movements of the humans.
A woman was standing in the center, most likely a VIP, she was undoubtedly old and the dress she wore was wasted on her. The dress made Michael's eyes widened. This power... he shuddered from the feeling.
Shalltear managed to get out from her stupor and charged the old hag. The man with more power than Solution blocked her with his spear pointed at her approaching form.
"Out of the way!" she shouted as she slapped him aside. The man miraculously survived from a hit from the strongest floor guardian.
"{Mass Hold Species!}" she yelled as she cast her spell.
Just when she did her spell, her mind started going blank. The feeling was like thoughts were being peeled off from her brain.
Michael's eyes widened and were about to move but he froze.
Mind control. A powerful one at that.
Undead have total resistance to many forms of mind control. Michael thought while he stood agape at the events occurring in front of him. World items! He must get that item. Shalltear was lost cause, he could never hope to save or defeat her.
Before he could make his move, Shalltear created a {Purifying Lance} with her skill and dumped all her MP into it. She continued to glare at to the woman while a man with a shield resembling a giant mirror soon in front of the woman.
She threw. She threw with all her might.
The lance was embedded with a jumble of her skills. As such the man with the mirror stood no chance and instantly died. His efforts weren't in vain as after it went through him, the lance wasted most of the skills on the man. This caused the woman to not die instantly and immediate help found its way to her.
Michael looked at Shalltear in utter disbelief as she stood there like a statue. He must report this, he must!
"{Gate!}" he casted as the portal of ever-changing void appeared before him. The group took notice of this and tried to act but he was gone.
-The Great Tomb of Nazarick-
-Madara's Throne Room-
"So Shalltear has betrayed us? Interesting," Madara mused as Michael knelt before him. His face neutral, incredibly so that he looked bored.
"Yes, milord," Michael replied gently as he continued to kneel.
"Mind control was it? A world item... why did you not take the item or the old hag?" Madara asked passively.
Michael's face fell at the mention of the subject. "It did occur to me but recklessly charging in would likely result in me being in the same state as Shalltear-sama."
"World items, at maximum, only have one use per day. Some even could only be used once," the Uchiha countered his tone more aggressive than before. "I remember that almost all NPCs know this. You are the first to say that, the first to lie to me."
Michael started to sweat as his master unleashed his power. "I-I'm sorry, milord! It w-will never happen a-again!" he gasped. His fellow guardsmen shifted uncomfortably.
"Better not. Anything else to report besides your failure and Shalltear's forced betrayal?" The pressure was lifted and everyone in the room could now breath properly.
"N-Nothing else to report, milord," Michael breathed.
"Very well, relay the information to Albedo so she may report it to Momonga," Madara ordered. "Looks like I'm going to have a wonderful battle tonight!"
This chapter is kind of important to the plot/it might be just filler.
I don't have anything else to say besides that the previous chapter's ending ended differently than the unedited version.
The polls for Madra's ships are going to open, I'm also going to open a poll for Momonga/Ainz.