Blaster whozer: It is not known for now, remember that it is necessary to take into account the context, the spells that Ainz has and the progress of Saitama in the New World, it will take many chapters for him to even find out about our Papa Bones.
Momoroid: No prob! It's not a way of saying "Hey, let's put Saitama here, with hair, but without any other change." No, I'm not going to do that, I'll make our hero face more ... strong things.
Abraxxas: I do not think it's a nuisance to know that a lot of people need his help, and helping is what he does; It is from what he lives and enjoys.
Kratos 57 naruto: Thank you for your kind words! Do not worry, soon you'll see what will happen with him, about magic, well ... that's a bridge I will cross soon.
I do not own Overlord nor One Punch Man.
The news of the extermination of an army of 10,000 beastmen spread in a matter of days throughout the nation, and when they arrived at the royal palace and when Draudillon Oriculus, queen of the Draconic Kingdom, knew about the happenings at Karukoum the loli aristocrat decided to leave for the city of, with the unpleasant escort of Crystal Tear and the company of her minister, to meet face-to-face the savior of one of the main remaining cities of the kingdom.
And while their carriage was hurrying towards the walled city, other cities, where their mayors and minor nobles received the reports of the battle responded with disbelief, but the peasants and the tired and demoralized soldiers decided to hold on to possible hope, and they prayed that the existence of the famed hero would be true.
Many thought of traveling to Karukoum to see the hero in the flesh, but the dangerousness of the routes was high, because these were infested with beastmen prepared to steal and enjoy a juicy, defenseless victim.
So the only thing they could do in their state of impotence was to believe, and wait for other news related to the hero.
Saitama was testing the authenticity of the material of the armor: a breastplate of a deep black color that seemed to swallow the light, had an embroidery of gold, silver and purple, it had large shoulder pads that were embroidered in the same way. Although it looked like it totally belonged to a dark knight, but he decided to keep it as a reward.
He felt something strange when he touched the breastplate, and he heard a slight whisper in his head, but he crushed the voice with his mind before it could think something strange.
With the great help of a guard, who conveniently was the second son of a blacksmith, he revealed that the armor was made of a stronger material than the adamantite, 'This is incredible! It is the most resistant thing I have seen!' Were his exact words, and he assured him that they would pay a lot for a piece like that, taking into account that it could be reformed to fit the body of the person who owned it too.
To this Saitama raised his eyebrows when the cool surface inside the armor, which was oddly comfortable against his skin, adjusted precisely, but without disturbing or impeding any movement. 'What about those whispers and now this? An armor similar to that Venum from Spider-Girl?'
The hooded hero hummed thoughtfully as he ran his hand across the chest of the armor, and then walked to where [Cry Eater] was lying on the ground, lifting it easily to the astonishment of the guards, and testing it with some swings and turning it in his palm, Saitama he asked while being distracted with the gun,
"How much would you give for one of these?" The guard who talked to him about the price of the breastplate stared at Saitama and then at the war-hammer several times, and hesitated a few times before answering coherently,
"I'm afraid I can't determine its price, it must be imbued with magic," he lamented with hunched shoulders, looking at the huge hammer of almost 8 feet, with a handle made of white-painted leather, the entire weapon was embroidered with silver and gold, there were a dozen gems that flashed intermittently hanging from the handle, one end of the mallet ending in a pike, no doubt this weapon could be considered a trusty tool worthy for a hero.
Despite the negative response, Saitama simply nodded, understanding, now examining the hammer with renewed interest, with a growing smile on his face.
He turned [Cry Eater] for the last time, and turned to the guard, "I think ..." He glanced sideways at the weapon with an indescribable expression,
"That I'll keep it, for now,"
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After accumulating all the beastmen in a huge pile, and having them lit the mountain of bodies so as not to propagate diseases when they decomposed, many looked with morbid satisfaction while the bodies of their invaders and the murderers of their comrades would obtain their bodies for their perpetual experience in hell.
Meanwhile, Saitama simply waved his hand with a slightly annoyed expression to get rid of the flies and the bad smell and coughed several times.
After burning all the corpses, Saitama accompanied the guards back to the city, and along the way he received many questions about what he did, the figures that appeared in the forest, his 'mythical' abilities, and he answered honestly, and all of them reacted with stunned faces when they heard that it was him who summoned the army of hooded people through "a ritual that only I can do". And Saitama asked the guards not to reveal his skill, confusing them, but they ended up fulfilling his request.
The group that returned to the entrance could finally relax, and many simply preferred to celebrate with all the survivors and honor the fallen, and others were willing to bury their dead properly.
On the other hand, the celebration in Karukoum by the citizens did not diminish, the guards had brought the same foreigner who hours before treated with cruelty, seeing the hero returning back to the city to be greeted by a crowd of civilians praising him, parting while he made his way down the main street, showing his newly acquired war-hammer without much fanfare in his step, but with a subtle expression of satisfaction on his face.
But the cause of such satisfaction was not the warm welcome he had; Of course, he was happy to be recognized for at least once for a while, but it was because he got his first loot just having arrived in this world 2 days ago, and a loot that could be compared to an Heroic-class item, at least.
All in all, today was a good day of gathering, and now Saitama was willing to give a nod at the inn tonight.
However, the people of Karukoum were far from finishing their celebration.
When he was offered a 'ride' by the guards, Saitama did not expect them to raise him - with the huge hammer and all - and they would carry him on his shoulders, and the people of Karukoum could see more clearly his savior, and the crowd went crazy when he simply waved a hand to the people and raised the hammer with an uncomfortable expression, not that they could see it behind the sublime upper jaw of the wolf that made his hood.
Saitama was raised and exhibited throughout the city, went through all the districts and streets, while the guards announced the victory and the savior of the city, and he suppressed the urge to cover his face with his hand in the midst of his shame.
'Damn man, Genos would be happy if he saw me like this.'
The villagers who saved the first time were also present during the celebration, all smiling as if they knew from the beginning that Saitama was going to save them, and he wondered under his breath if he really was so predictable.
In the end, the hero was lowered and he sighed silently in relief, and leaned back making popping sounds from his back, and he grunted satisfactorily, and after thanking the guards for the trip, he walked towards the villagers, who received him with hugs and congratulated him and were amazed to see [Cry Eater], and he smiled slightly, already with lifted spirits.
"Well, Saitama-san? I guess you'll need a place to rest, after all that," Dynar emerged among the villagers, with Fiur behind him, both men looked at Saitama by now with casual manners, already familiar with the young man's relaxed and humble attitude, as well as his otherworldly from another world.
The young man nodded deeply at his statement, and he sighed as he rotated his shoulders, "I need a bath, and a nap." And the villagers simply chuckled at his direct nature, and guided him towards the inn passing among the still-radiant citizens, these greeting and reverencing Saitama every time he passed by them, which caused the hero to rub the back of his hood, flustered.
Fiur noticed a glow inside the young man's tunic, and his curiosity shouted, "Saitama-san? What is it that you have there?" The chief pointed to the boy's newly acquired breastplate, and the hero chuckled coolly as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking proud,
"It belonged to the leader of the beastmen's army, and I supposed it would be a good pay for the whole problem he caused," he revealed to the surprise of none of the villagers, and they then simply shook their heads, already almost accustomed to the fact that in front of them there was a legend in his first steps to the realm of the Heroes.
"I see ..." Fiur looked thoughtful, but after a moment shrugged his shoulders and diverted the conversation to more casual topics, "Tell me Saitama-san, do you have an idea what do you want to eat?" He asked with a jovial tone, and then he noticed the flames in the young man's brown orbs at the mention of free food.
"Show me what they have."
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When the owner of the tavern that was attached to the inn learned that the hero was going to stay at his business, he seized the opportunity and reduced the prices of beer and meals, and his premonition turned out to be accurate and apid enormously, when a wave of citizens entered after the hero opened the two doors to the tavern.
The customers inside looked at a figure with a huge hammer in one of his arms, who had some trouble getting the huge weapon to enter the door, and with the help of some villagers, [Cry Eater] was able to enter through the door, and Saitama turned around,
And he found himself in an environment of which he was not familiar; couples dancing with each other, strength competitions between comrades, feasts at tables that were connected for more space, everything that Saitama would expect from a place to have fun in such a way in the Medieval Age was here, and he was a little nervous about all those people, remembering his social ineptitude.
Worse still, everyone and including the music stopped when he stepped inside the tavern, and he began to sweat intensely behind his blessed hood, which completely covered his face in shadows and made it difficult to see his expression of uneasiness.
But then everyone continued the party with more vigor and joy, and Saitama was pleased to see that everyone simply nodded at in respect and gratitude, but did not decide to approach him. And for that Saitama was grateful.
Although they really did not do it because of the uneasy feeling that the hammer emanated.
Making his way between the tables and making sure to dodge any bottle thrown in the air or a drunken person approaching him by mistake, he finally sat down at one of the tables, being accompanied by some villagers, who tentatively asked about the events of today and his exploits in combat, while the children admired and touched the hammer delicately, and Saitama responded with long sentences, attracted by the vivid atmosphere of the tavern.
And he enjoyed the night, distracting himself from the usual thoughts of home and his desire to go back to his apartment, not knowing that all his past actions would come back to bite his ass tomorrow.
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It happened at midnight.
When the world was in peaceful sleep, with a serenity that seemed to fall on each side of the continent, convincing those who wandered in the darkness of another usual night without any change.
And then it started.
A horde of demonic beasts flew over the walled city of E-Rantel, desolating the military districts with their flaming attacks and their sweeps using their fanged wings. Beginning the prelude to one of the greatest calamities the world has ever contemplated.
All those who lived in the city woke up to the infernal flames, suffocating the entire metropolis, seeing to their horror the entire outer wall being climbed by countless demons that later descended to massacre the citizens.
Surrounding the city, the demons infested the streets and burst into the houses, leaving countless dead in their wake. Any defense that the presided military could form was immediately crushed under the overwhelming number of the vile creatures, and soon cries of terror and sounds of struggle rolled through the city, awakening everyone within the walls.
Numerous teams of adventurers emerged from any establishment they were restinh, and a huge battle raged throughout the city, destroying the infrastructure of the military district in a matter of minutes, taking advantage of the initial confusion, hundreds of demons infiltrated the commercial district, where they immediately proceeded to usurp the entrance and destroy any fortification that prevented the flow of more demons within E-Rantel.
With the Adventurer's Guild almost unable to make proper defenses and all its members scattered around the city with no way to communicate with them and with heavy military casualties, E-Rantel slowly succumbed to the demonic invasion in a matter of hours, and the houses fed the wall of fire that slowly surrounded the entire interior of the military district; almost preventing the departure of all the inhabitants of the city.
Except for the nobles, many of whom died for not leaving behind their belongings, already deep in greed to value their own lives over their riches. Those who were able to escape were those who owned other lands under their rule, and leaving behind the peasants to their luck, they fled to the nearest and farthest cities, including the capital of the Re-Estize kingdom.
Those who remained locked were subjected to a horrible fate, while striving to repel the incessant numbers of demons that continued to enclose them at a steady pace, the clash of swords against claws, numerous destructive spells against others, the smell of death and the cries of pain and terror flooded the senses of the humans, with the moral shattered, they simply fought for their survival through their instincts. Things the devils took advantage of, noticing the lack of communication and organization among their ranks, they slowly surrounded small groups, attacking them from behind and distracting them with taunts, feints and mental tricks.
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Among them, a team of rank Orichalcum was almost easily defending themselves from the demons from a high point, taking advantage of the number of rangers that they had between their team, they rose over a building that provided them with a complete view of the city.
And they wanted to be in the streets, to remain ignorant from what they finally discovered.
Flames that rose to the sky covered the stars and burned any method of escape, hundreds of gargoyles and other flying creatures shone in the moonlight, and on the buildings of the entire city there were Evil Lords, who incessantly created more and more numbers of demons from a kind of pagan ritual, numerous sigils made with the blood of civilians covered the walls, the temples of the 4 Gods were desecrated to the point that it was turned into a brothel for those demons who possessed a lust stronger than their thirst for blood.
Slowly the screams of the victims decreased in volume and quantity, and the only thing that was still heard was the battle that was taking place below them, where the remaining adventurers, those experienced and with a rank higher than Iron, took refuge and kept the building out of the flames with their spells, it should also be added that among the adventurers there were priests and other magicians versed in holy magic.
A ranger of the Orichalcum fired his crossbow, enhanced with improvements such as greater precision and greater firing rate, to the gargoyles who tried to knock them from the building with arrows imbued with also bludgeoning damage. Piercing the beasts every two shots.
The swordsman was in charge of purging from the terrace the demons who chose to climb, cutting their heads and beating them on the railing with his shield, propelled by stamina potions and buffs provided by their magic caster, who was doing everything to keep low the flow of demons to the ground floor, using whatever spell she had at her disposal.
It seemed to be, although the demons surpassed them in numbers by the hundreds, they could defend the building for many hours, ready to take as many demons with them as possible.
But then, below them, the earth exploded.
And those who were on the floors below were charred by the sudden explosion, unable to even scream when their bodies left no trace, and over the dead the building fell, bringing with it the team of adventurers Orichalcum.
Suddenly they were among the rubble, and in a panic they tried to recompose themselves and try to escape from the inevitable slaughter that awaited them, but over them, it appeared, descending regally from the skies with bat wings, there was the image of evil.
A humanoid figure dressed in an immaculate orange suit with subtle white stripes came down to them and landed a few meters from the team, behind its haunting mask his hair was elegantly combed backwards, and its long, pointed ears were pierced with gold serpents.
When it moved his arms in a false gesture of a caring leader, its hands covered by black gloves opened in a sublime way, as if it were witnessing a natural phenomenon of epic proportions.
"Good evening, I say to you, humans." The offensive creature spoke in a calm, diplomatic voice, as if casually speaking at a party among acquaintances. "I present myself before you, I am Jaldabaoth, although you may call me the Demon Emperor, and the herald of Hell on Earth," it bowed with mock politeness, crossing an arm across his chest.
The adventurers discarded its welcome and responded by putting themselves in combat position, very restless and nervous before the appearance of the mysterious and machiavellian being. The demon seemed to notice they agitation and laughed; It sounded like it was taunting them and shook its head as if it were dealing with children. This caused the adventurers to become more alert.
"Although my goal here is to desolate this world from its pathetic inhabitants, such as you, I will show you a token of my benevolence," Jaldabaoth extended its arms towards them, as if pleading for them. "I will let you escape from my utopia, so that you can tell your own kin the prosperous future that awaits you," the malicious tone that Jaldabaoth used with them make them shiver, but they did not give in and kept their position.
The demon inclined its head to the side, and then spoke, with something indescribable, "[Run]." And, betraying them, the bodies of the adventurers ran as fast as possible to the doors, straight to the flames that surrounded the city, and realizing what would happen to them, they screamed, struggling futilely to break the spell that fell on their bodies, but for every step they took, the despair in their hearts rumbled as much as the stomps that the demons gave simultaneously when they saw them, anxious to see the result of what their leader held for the humans.
The Demon Emperor slightly dimmed the flames that were in the path of the humans to a level that would not kill them, however...
The screams of pain that the team of adventurers gave were music to their ears, and as he brought the flames down at the entrance to see the result, he laughed malevolently.
With the flesh melted and with their eyes coming out of their sockets, their armor glued and sizzling against their skin and their bodies roasted while their fabrics were still on fire, the adventurers moaned quietly in agony and sobbed in pain, as they kept running with the same speed to the capital, still if their bodies burned with pain, their faces unrecognizable by the intense flames.
Leaving behind a city that succumbed to what they considered the apocalypse incarnated, the adventurers ran through forests, hills, puddles and anything else that stood in their way, without strangely no monster that relieved them of their suffering, unnoticed. the gargoyles that flew over them, frightening away any creature near them.
Meanwhile, Jaldabaoth referred to his Evil Lords, "Place the illusions and constructions as they should, they should not leave any trace that compromises our identity, we have enough time to take care of the city," his servants nodded and went to fulfill their orders, while the Demon Emperor brought his hand to his temple, smiling happily behind his mask, and smiled more when the 'ping!' of the [Message] appeared.
'Lord Ainz? I am pleased to report the following,'
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Simultaneously, the Holy Kingdom was beset by a horde of demi-humans of unprecedented numbers. From the hills, from the planes, the oceans and even from the sky, they all fell on the entire kingdom, fracturing the nation systematically with an efficiency unfitting them, or so the human inhabitants thought.
They overwhelmed those stationed in the Great Wall, passing it as if it were a mere inconvenience, as if all the years that it has kept the cities inside it expulsed did not matter against this colossal invasion.
The generals of the Holy Kingdom were caught off guard, and they tried their best to establish defenses in the major cities, but their forces were overcome by the numbers, discipline, equipment and flexibility of the demi-human army.
Strangely, they did not kill the civilians and only subjugated any military member of the country, and leaving behind there were cities shaken and stunned by the lightning attacks executed by the demi-humans.
They arrived to the capital, with barely 1000 casualties of the hundreds of thousands of them, and the siege lasted until dawn, when they diverted the sources of drinking water to another direction, fired with devices that threw huge stones at the walls, used beasts of burden to ram the gates, and before the imminent threat of a city flooded by vile beasts, the remaining nobles pleaded for the Holy Queen, Calca Bessarez - like in E-Rantel, the others were captured for unknown reasons, like other military superiors and prolific figures of the kingdom - to order their best warriors - Remedios Custodio amongst them - to challenge the leader of the demi-human army in a desperate move to save the city.
Surprisingly, the demi-humans accepted the challenge, and among them emerged the leader, a creature they had never seen.
An insectoid creature of about 3 meters stood up, standing out among the strangely ordered rows of demi-humans; their discipline being a stellar aberration for them.
Behind it were 2 elven children, but with a closer look they realised they were Dark Elves, and they were twins, it seems. One had a white suit with a vest with red scales, it was male, it had a strange tool in its hand and it carried itself with confidence, and the other had a skirt and instead of red it's vest was colored blue, it had a wooden staff, it was shy and stuttered between its sentences.
They would be a cute visage, if it not were for the current situation.
And with frigid breaths that were evident in the night air under the light of the moon, the icy beast exchanged courtesies with the warriors - except Custodio, who was already challeging the monster and promising it a painful death - before the contest, and when they entered combat...
It was not necessary to guess who won, and which faction had to yield to the conditions of the other.
'Lord Ainz! / L-Lord Ainz!'
'Lord. Ainz. The. Invasion. Has. Been. Successful.'
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Around the continent, at night many bandits and merchants disappeared from one moment to another, and died under the elongated fangs of a vile bloodsucker, who laughed at their pleas for mercy and cries of pain.
It had the company of two beings, who was feasting on an arm and its face was of nightmare, and the other was picking her nails while watching with a pout out of the cave, having lost to a round of Rock-Paper-Scissors.
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The next day, Saitama was awake without any problem, energetically rising from his newly rented bed and stretching in his usual style. He did some exercises to awaken his body, and walked to where his robe was.
He first put on his breastplate, realizing that the voice was still there, although now it was not so determined to do whatever it was going to do with his head, then it was the comfortable tunic made from skins, washed by one of the hostesses of the place as he said his thanks to her, and smelled the faint scent of lavender on his tunic, which comforted him. He grabbed [Cry Eater] by the handle and left the room and went down the stairs to then find a dude in a very intricate armor.
But he noticed the lusty look the guy had when he saw the girls who belonged to the village he saved.
Saitama frowned.
Both the bartender and the adventurer turned to him, and Saitama, dressed in his fur tunic and looking as rustic and disheveled as ever, but with an intimidating-looking hammer, only raised a hand in greeting, and the bartender then nodded to the adventurer, and he gave him several gold coins, and walked to Saitama, and asked while examining him head to toe dubiously, "Are you the one who defeated the beastmen army?"
"If you mean the one who attacked this city yesterday, yes," Saitama replied, and when the man's face crumpled in confusion, he explained, "I took care of other beastmen when I saved some villagers 3 days ago,"
The armored man nodded slowly, mildly surprised, but still with reluctant credibility on his face, but Saitama simply cut to the chase, and asked, "And who are you?"
"I am Cerabrate, leader of the adamantite adventure group Crystal Tear, and I have been sent here to look for the supposed responsible for repelling the siege of this city, and I suppose you are that responsible?" The last part said it with a suspicious tone , and the atmosphere in the tavern became a few degrees cooler when they listened to the adventurer, but Saitama, already accustomed to the accusations of other heroes of the Association, simply replied,
"Yes, if you want to know more, ask the guards there what happened," he pointed to a group of those mentioned around a table, who looked hostilely at the man. "And, if you want another proof, have this," And Saitama showed the war hammer completely, the two stayed looking for a moment, and Cerabrate snorted, ignoring the looks of those in the tavern, and he turned around, nodding his head for Saitama to follow him.
Nodding to the guards, the hero left the tavern, and followed Cerabrate through the city, and everyone stepped aside to give space, not to the adventurer, but to Saitama, however, Cerabrate misunderstood the behavior of the civilians, and puffed out his chest arrogantly
They came to an establishment of a certain category greater than the tavern in which Saitama slept, and he noticed the elegant carriage that was parked in front of the posh, and without much preamble they entered, where many of the customers and workers bowed slightly before them. Cerabrate, for his connection to the queen, but when they realized the identity of who was behind him...
Their eyes widened as they saw the fur-made tunic and the huge hammer he wore, and bowed more reverently to Saitama, who simply waved his hand amiably at everyone, while the adventurer half smiled, full of itself.
They went up the stairs to a room at the end of the hall, Saitama stopped at the request of Cerabrate, who came to the door and knocked. They both waited a moment.
Meanwhile, placing the hammer against the wall carefully, Saitama proceeded to look at his bare feet, turning on them and looking at the decorated walls of the hallway, thinking, with a grumble, that even he felt uncomfortable being in a high-class site, even in the Medieval Age. He then remembered the events of yesterday, during the battle, and reflected,
'So now the illusions have become ... tangible? Yes, that's it, but how? Well, the light that I had before could be a clue ... It could be that, since this is an alternate reality, everything works in a different way...'
Then came the moment when he decided to fight with that scimitar, and he frowned in indecision,
'Was it really so ... natural, to use the sword like that? Well, not as much as the Kill Gill girl, but I did not even feel uncomfortable when I knew I caught it upside down ... '
On the other hand, Cerabrate looked with distrustful eyes at the hooded hero, having at least thought that the appearance of the supposed 'hero' would be less ...messy. But the hammer that was at his side was proof enough, to his dismay, of his possible feat.
However, he still had several questions, and he wanted to answer them before this man went to meet the queen.
But then his sharp senses sensed the black armor beneath the dirty fur robe worn by the stranger, and his eyebrows rose in intrigue, and he glanced subtly at the man's face, indescribable beneath the stuffed wolf's jaw that served as a hood. .
Cerabrate smiled half disturbingly, having already formed a plan for his own gain and future plans. No way would this guy be the lucky hero who could have killed so many beastmen, if the mountain of ashes several kilometers from the entrance to the city was really the approximate number by the head of the guard.
He did not feel any kind of essence coming out of him.
He looked like a savage.
His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and it was the minister who peeked through the hole, and seeing who was ahead, opened it completely, revealing the adventurer's companion. The minister raised his eyebrows, asking Cerabrate with his gaze, and he answered,
"With the testimony of numerous guards, this is the one who evaded the conquest of Karukoum." He announced reluctantly as he pointed a thumb behind his shoulder to Saitama, who nodded in greeting, a little lost for being abruptly removed from his meditations.
"Oh! All right, come in. "He motioned for them to enter, the minister and Cerabrate placed himself on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall as he crossed his arms and began to observe Saitama, not that he realized or cared about his over-dramatic attitude. And the hero saw the number of armed knights placed throughout the room, and he frowned in suspicion. He more or less dragged the hammer across the floor, putting it back in front of him while looking, neutrally, at everyone who was there. Across from Cerebrate, a door opened, and everyone, both the minister and Cerabrate, bowed reverently.
But Saitama was still dismayed by what happened before to realize who entered.
"Good morning, your Highness." Everyone said,
He turned his head and found a girl dressed in royal clothes, and he responded with a nod, indifferent to the political position he suspected that this girl possessed.
Cerabrate removed himself from the wall, disturbed by the blatant disrespect, surprising the audience except the hero and the alleged minor, "Impertinent -" He growled, but with the gesture of the girl's hand and a thunderous expression. The man stopped whatever insult he had in mind, and leaned irritably back against the wall. Now glaring daggers at him.
"I am Draudillon Oriculus, Queen of the Draconic Kingdom," The girl, who to Saitama inexplicably reminded him of the green haired brat, bowed politely, and the hero reciprocated the gesture, albeit with a lesser inclination, Draudillon walked to one of the sofas that decorated the room. She sat down and sat down, and the minister sat down on a chair placed sideways to her, and Saitama decided not to sit before, well, the royalty.
"I would like it if you, if you are the one who proclaims and that people claim to be, could allow me to skip the courtesies and go straight to the point," the queen stated firmly, watching just where the man's dark eyes should be behind the hood, and she smirked behind her business mask, slightly interested in the relaxed posture of the supposed warrior.
Saitama only nodded, a gesture that irritated the knights, but only allowed the queen to proceed at once.
Sitting firmly, she asked as she watched him with slight suspicion, "Is it really you who's named Saitama?" And the hero just moved his legs and answered with a simple question, "I guess you sent him to find me?" He pointed towards Cerabrate, who did not give in to his vicious gaze, and Draudillon nodded, but would not be easily convinced.
"And how can we make sure you're not a fake?"
Slightly offended, Saitama sighed aggravatedly and removed his hood from above, revealing his foreign features, intriguing the knights at the sight of his black hair, and both the minister and the queen felt a slight emotion to the hope of a possible hero in front of them. Strange thoughts and sensation, but they considered it simply as a subtle premonition. Saitama continued, and showed his hammer, lifting it with one hand, impressing the soldiers even more.
He placed the weapon to the ground, and a pulse of silence filled the room, until Draudillon inhaled, relieved, and adopted a more relaxed stance, "Excuse my previous behavior, Saitama-kun, but the issue with which we are going to try today it is very important to be giving early conclusions," She bowed slightly to the hero, and the knights now saw the stranger differently, who simply diverted the apology and responded,
"Nah, it's okay, well, and what's this matter?" The minister took this as his moment to be included in the conversation.
"As you may have noticed, we have been in a war with the beastmen for years, and we have slowly lost cities and citizens because of them," the minister stopped, and at Saitama's neutral expression, he continued, slightly perturbed, "In at this moment only four cities remain standing, including this one, and if it were not for their efforts we would have been closer to perdition, for this, we thank you." He got up and bowed deeply, the other gentlemen repeated the gesture, and Saitama simply rubbed his head, embarassed.
"And now, in this grim situation, we need support more than ever," Draudillon explained, looking hopefully at Saitama, who had not yet changed his expression, and simply ended by giving her proposal, "Give us your help and we will reward you properly," and she looked, with restrained breathing, at Saitama, whose gaze became indescribable and seemed to sharpen, and at this surprising metamorphosis, she felt intimidated.
"And with what you will pay me?" He asked, and Draudillon's shoulders relaxed diminutively, and the minister took care of the rest, "We'll pay whatever you ask of us," an offer almost impossible, given the kingdom's situation, but the hero shook his head when the minister was going to take out a bag full of money.
"Money is not what I need, not now at least, I need... information," He felt the right choice of words, and settled for that, which the queen and the minister were confused, and he elaborated.
"I come from a very distant land by means of teleportation," he lied with the most honest face he could have, which was successful when the faces of both the queen and the politician became clear in understanding, "And I need all the information that is possible to acquire on this continent, I am looking for a way to ... return," he should reveal his intention; He could not stay here, it's not right, this world is not his to go around forever.
'And, besides, I have hair! Imagine Genos 'surprise when he finds out.'
Saitama smiled imperceptibly, while Draudillon and the minister argued quietly, consideration on their faces when they saw back to Saitama, and very soon they finished whatever conversation they had, and Draudillon announced,
"Very well, Saitama-kun, we will fulfill your-"
"Wait, your Majesty!"
Only for Cerabrate to interrupt her.
Draudillon subtly gritted his teeth as the adventurer walked, discarded and arrogantly, until he was a few steps away from Saitama, and motioning to him with both arms, said, "And how can we know if this man is the supposed hero? Are we really going to believe his lies and lose our precious time?" Saitama simply looked at Cerabrate with a 'what the fuck' expression, and then at Draudillon, who, although he did not see it, was aware of his bewilderment.
"Get to the point, Cerabrate." She ordered with a cute pout, but apparently the adventurer was not discouraged by the subtle irritation on the queen's face that was not missed by everyone else, not even Saitama.
"I challenge this man to a fight, mainly to see if he is the true hero of Karukoum," he announced while aiming confidently at Saitama, and Draudillon was going to refute his request, but the hero answered before her.
"Alright, I accept." He conceded with the same neutral expression, not at all disturbed by the challenge, and Draudillon was going to object to this, but the minister muttered in her ear:
"Majesty, I understand your annoyance, but would not it be wise to first prove how strong this man is? Maybe he can be on par with Cerabrate, and, if he happens to be stronger than him, you can enjoy his defeat." He tried his luck, and patted himself on the back when the queen smiled this time, and she sighed, resigned.
"Well, do what you want Cerabrate, whatever the conclusion of the fight is I need you all here," She got up, and after leaning back to Saitama, she promptly left the room, accompanied by the knights, and the hero, without even waiting for other remarks from the adventurer, walked out of the building towards the entrance, with the minister as witness and the arrogant Cerabrate behind him, already imagining the best way to humiliate the false.
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"Saitama-san, as the challenged, you must establish the rules and conditions of the combat," between the two warriors , who were 30 meters away, out of town and with the queen and several of the kingdom's generals present for witness the battle and, if the rumors are true, to a new hope for all, announced the minister
"Oh." Saitama stopped his ministrations, did not think of any rules, but played off his hesitation by stretching his arms, pretending to be efficient when his shoulders popped after a while, and it was enough time to plan everything.
"Well... let the battle be until one surrenders or is not in condition to fight," He crossed his arms, and meditated, then, he listed, "You can use any ace up your sleeve," To this Cerabrate only expanded his smile, "What if I win? Well..." Saitama looked at the floor, and then snapped his fingers, inspired, "I need new clothes... " He scratched his furry tunic, with a flushed expression. The minister nodded slowly, confused, and turned to the adventurer. "Cerabrate?"
"Reward worthy of a homeless man," he laughed as he shook his head, and then smiled at the minister, and pointed to [Cry Eater], "My reward will be that hammer, and that armor that you wear below, will pay very well for my stay," To this Saitama raised an eyebrow, moderately surprised.
'Oh? He could see through the tunic ... Wait, if you can really see through the clothes ... '
He felt a chill all over his body, and he felt disgusted, now determined to give this pervert a good lesson. 'Damn man, at least you should have said it more tactfully.' And he settled into position, adopting a serious expression.
Cerabrate felt a cold premonition of this, but he shook his head to get rid of the bizarre sensation, and unsheathed his sword, and under his breath activated a couple of his martial arts, to be able to emphasize the defeat of his opponent, as well as his humiliation ...
And also to remind the queen who would be responsible for saving the kingdom, well, if he could.
"[Greater Agility Boost], [Greater Ability Boost]" And with that he propelled himself towards the hooded one, assured with victory from the beginning, he brought his sword right where his chest would be with a diagonal attack, intending to end the match immediately.
Only for Saitama to bring two fingers to intercept the attack without difficulty, but when the adventurer seemed to be distracted; probably thinking about other things while believing that he would defeat him in a single attack. Bringing Cerabrate to reality by throwing him away, it was just when the adventurer was in the air and about to crash into the ground that he maneuvered to land forcefully on his feet, looking at Saitama now with bewilderment.
There was a moment of silence, where an annoyed Saitama prepared his attack, but Cerabrate noticed that he did not grab his hammer, and he felt underestimated. But before accusatively questioning the stranger in a tunic, he vanished completely, leaving behind a cloud of dust, and the next moment the stranger appeared a few meters ahead of him, zigzagging in his steps and certainly now with the hammer in his hands.
Imitating a move from a movie about a Greek warrior who had a weakness in the heel or something, Saitama jumped forward a little ways away from Cerabrate, only to bring [Cry Eater] to the left shoulder of the adventurer softly, who narrowly escaped the tremendous attack rolling away from him.
Cerabrate now decided to take Saitama seriously, and he activated three more of his martial arts along with the other two, and rammed the hero, but the hooded hero just parried the attack with a simple wave of his hand, and then kicked the back of the adventurer's legs, making him spin in the air and then fall fiercely against the ground with a groan.
The raven haired Young man waited patiently as he circled the adventurer, whose fury and ego was growing and decreasing simultaneously, and he tried to attack Saitama's legs when he saw that the hero was nearby, but he simply jumped back, and tried to test something.
Meanwhile, Draudillon was vibrating with excitement in her carriage, enthusiastically watching the humiliation for which the pedophile was going through, and she cheered Saitama internally, wishing for the victory of the hero while laughing quietly at Cerabrate's disgrace.
Then, she saw that Saitama placed himself in a moderately crouched posture, as if he were hiding his left hand, his feet were parallel, and struck the air with his right hand and the next words she heard confused her,
"[Consecutive Normal Hand-Slashes]."
And Saitama's arm moved so quickly that it could not be seen, and after a moment Cerabrate, who tried to regain his remaining dignity by standing up and charging Saitama with a roar, got several cuts on his armor and skin, and he fainted from the sudden attack by something unknown.
Draudillon gazed in wonder at the show of power, and let out a long shriek of joy when she saw the adventurer on the ground with his judgment received, and tried hardly and painfully to recompose herself and adopt a face of serenity, while the minister, who was with her had been bundled up since she started, and she smiled presumptuously in his direction, and to avoid further embarrassment he went out and announced Saitama's victory, and the queen looked with hopeful eyes at the hooded hero with a dreamy sigh.
The generals on the other hand were carrying big smiles, looking at each other with countless new strategies now with two powerful individuals to dispatch on the battlefield.
Among them, a certain bald member removed from the Black Scripture looked with interested eyes at the hero, and wondered vaguely, after witnessing such a power in person, if the one in front of him was a newly discovered God-kin.
'But to which God does he descend? Surely he would know his heritage. '
Kraus simply continued to watch him, eager to report this to the members of the Windflower Scripture who stayed in the city, and wondered what the Cardinals' reaction to such a discovery would be.
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On the following day, while everything said happened, the Royal Palace was sadly not prepared for the situation not until, on the horizon, a dark cloud loomed over the capital and a tremor was heard from the ground.
And then, hell rose up, and between the storm from which a flood fell, the infernal flames that were not extinguished by any source, the hordes of demons that slowly approached the city, marching and rumbling the ground, they listened the most malignant laugh that resounded from heaven like a twisted divine judgment.
The last thing that many of the citizens in the city saw was a winged figure descending from the sky, and over that figure there was an orb of dark energy.
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Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix, sovereign of the Baharuth Empire, was completely livid.
5 hours, 5 hours ago were the devil could have mobilized his troops to his borders and the Emperor had not heard, and when he did, he ordered a massive reconnaissance mission as well as a state of maximum alert in all military establishments scattered by the Empire.
The news of a supposed "Demon Emperor" invading E-Rantel in a matter of hours, fulfilling what he was going to achieve and now breaking into his plans as a random wildcard, came thanks to a dozen noblemen of the walled city who arrived in his carriages in the early morning, having exclaimed frantically about the invasion that happened at midnight.
Currently, the man was walking abruptly through his bedroom, with a hand on his jaw murmuring continuously, with an expression of concentration as he thought quickly for any strategy, and each time he did, he would exclaim one of the generals to come to his room, he described his strategy and then ordered him to carry out his orders. This process was repeated a dozen times, and now the personnel who went to meet his orders were men of a minor military post, waiting for the efficient response of their soldiers to their orders.
There was a knock on his door, which was not expected, and with an distracted voice he allowed them to pass, and Fluder Paradyne entered his room, and without preamble they both talked, but this time the atmosphere was tense and full of severity.
"Something?" Jircniv asked, stopping briefly to greet the old magic caster with a nod, then resumed his hasty walk.
"None, no mentions of a 'Jaldabaoth' have been found in the universal history books," he replied, and he looked with something similar to concern at the young emperor, and began to say, "Jir -"
"I appreciate your concern, grandpa, but I can not stand still while I have the threat of a demon poking into the gates of my Empire, and I will not be calm until I make sure that I will not have any demons within my lands soon."
Fluder saw the emperor for a moment, and then sighed, and looked through one of the many windows in the chamber, wondering if these events were a kind of omen.
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"The session starts."
And all the cardinals sat down, all straight to the point and insistent on not accepting any impertinence. The Pontiff Maximus stood still, however, and swept his eyes through all present, including the figure leaning casually against the wall.
It was Raymond Zarg, supreme commander of the Six Scriptures and the Cardinal of the Earth, who started the debate.
"I suppose you have read the reports that our spies in E-Rantel provided, given the urgency with which they were delivered."
Several alarmed nods responded to his statement.
"Then ... What procedure should we take, in response to this ... apparition?" Ginedine Delan Guelfi, the Water Cardinal asked, and it was Dominic Ihre Partouche, the Cardinal of the Wind, responded with the same vigor that he expresses every time the news from something that was not human reaches his ears.
"Of course we must exterminate this vile being! Its existence distorts the -
"Dominic." The Pontiff Maximus only needed to pronounce his name strongly, and the Cardinal of the Wind fell silent, blushing at his immature outburst. And it was Berenice Nagua Santini, the Cardinal of Fire, who followed with another question.
"Do we know anything about the demon?" And it was Raymond who nodded, and read his report.
"It revealed its name, being Jaldabaoth, and proclaimed itself as the Demon Emperor and herald of Hell over the world." To this, many snorts and condescending comments sounded among the Cardinals.
"Something else?" She pressed, and after a moment, Raymond's eyes locked with hers.
"It conquered the city of E-Rantel in a matter of hours with an army of thousands of demonic and unholy creatures; It reduced the city to ashes. "
Now it was gasps that the Cardinals released, but Yvon Jasna Dracrowa, the Cardinal of Light, asked the Pontiff.
"Any report from the Thousand Leagues Astrologer about any foreboding?" Maximilian Oreio Lagier was the one who answered, while raising his concentration away from his notebook, ceasing to take notes.
"She ..." He took off his glasses to read, and his hesitation was a sign of concern for everyone present.
Except one person, the most powerful being in the world and a letter of triumph for the Theocracy.
This being had the appearance of a young woman in her early 20s, but her exotic features; Her intense heterochromia, which ranged from the color of her hair to even the color of her eyes, highlighted her among all the God-kin. But in her, a vast power that was considered infinite resided, and it is not known why or how the Theocracy managed to have her in its womb, but for decades, even centuries, she served the ideals of the nation, but that was just a cover for her true purpose:
Get a partner that is equal or stronger than her to give birth to the most powerful son in existence.
And now, playing with a Ruvik's cube, an artifact left by one of the 6 Gods, and a sickle that towered over her shoulder, she was looking at the Cardinal of Darkness with the boredom of 5 human lives.
"What happened? Do not tell me that you once again grieved for the future." Zesshi Zetsumei asked with slightly raised eyebrows, and Maximilian responded aggrieved,
"She collapsed when she saw the events in the 5 years in the future."
There was a pulse of silence, an atmosphere of slight despair.
Except someone.
Zesshi smiled slightly, with a spark of high expectations inside her.
"Oh?"
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"Sebas, Solution and Narberal, tell me about them."
"They have already infiltrated the Holy Kingdom with their due facets, my lord. We wait for more reports from them. "
"Entoma and Lupusregina Beta?"
"Currently supporting Shalltear in his operation, as well as keeping her on a leash."
"Cocytus, Aura and Mare?"
"They have already subjugated most of the Holy Kingdom my lord, they will wait for their orders in the meantime."
"Excellent, tell Cocytus to stay alert for any hostile response from the capital; they must remain cautious at all times. "
"Right away, my lord."
A pause, then:
"The Frost Dragons? The Dwarves? Has Yuri Alpha completed her mission? "
"They have already started the necessary processes to agree their alliance with us, instead, we must take care of the Frost Giants and the Quagoa."
"Excellent, tell her she will be duly rewarded, what reports are there about the Republic of Argland?"
"CZ Delta was able to contact its leader: The Platinum Dragon Lord, we are sure that he will undoubtedly accept the proposal we have for him, my lord."
"Umu, what about the races that make up Cocytus' army?"
"All the inhabitants immigrated to our territory, near Carne Village; We will establish a province where all of them will live together as a project for our Empire, my lord. "
A metaphorical drop of sweat ran through the temper of a skull at that.
"The Draconic Kingdom?"
"We have been unable to establish contact with them, my most sincere apologies, my lord."
"It does not matter, the time that the establishment of our alliance lasts is irrelevant, meanwhile, we must act in the other nations."
So -
"Neuronist Painkill, her reports."
"Following her instructions to the letter, she has not found any information related to the anomaly apart from the effects it caused in other species, currently, there is no martial art or magical artifact that can create something like it."
A female figure then brought her hand to her head, and with a pleased voice, reported
"The Death Knights, Wraiths, Soul Eaters and Death Cavaliers you asked for are ready, my lord."
A tap of a finger on a wooden desk, and then,
"Then the moment of my debut is near, Albedo, please tell everyone about our departure so that they are alert for any instruction that I will give them, and equip yourself appropriately, I fear that the Theocracy will not be very welcoming with us."
"Will we exterminate them like the vermin they are, my lord?"
Flaming orbs suddenly brightened.
"… Partially."
An evil smile spreaded over the smooth face of a certain female.
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Saitama sneezed loudly, and blinked twice while rubbing his nose.
His eyes sharpened, having a bad feeling about this.
"... Are they going to force me to pay for this?"
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And that is the chapter!
Blue Rose will make a very tragic debut soon, Re-Estize will be in danger of being wiped out! ... Well, not so much, but they will suffer a lot. The Theocracy is prepared, Zesshi moistens with the news of Jaldabaoth, Demiurge is happy with desolating the earth, and Ainz is happy that his guardians are happy, but he is criss-crossing and playing with his hands nervously, afraid that something bad will happen to them !
Cocytus is excited commanding an army.
Aura is only out there for the beasts, Mare was forced to go with her.
Several of the Pleaides, armed to the teeth, serve as ambassadors for Nazarick! And caretakers of a certain vampire and spies!
Sebas is fine, but he would rather be in Nazarick.
Pandora's Actor is going to start his own mini-adventure too!
And Saitama is going to become a war hero.
Oh, and the Overlord will leave the Tomb of Nazarick to do business with certain people.
And a certain Warrior-Captain and a certain Princess will make their debut too!
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