The Moon Wars

by Wachichas

The spirits of Light and Darkness have been unleashed in the New World, and along with them, a whole unknown land was unleashed within the continent. At the same time, The Great Tomb of Nazarick appeared out of nowhere. How the New World, along with Ainz Ooal Gown, will fight against this menace?

4. The Darkest Night (Pt1)

Kinda used some Warcraft OST to make this episode. Here it is! The first part of the Blood Moon!

The first thing that was said that night, was from the Arms Dealer, who pinched the place between his eyebrows in frustration and little remorse for having said what he did not have to say, never. "Oh, shit."

The Terrarian went into action, turning back outward, noticing many Zombies rising from the ground, taking out his Tactical Shotgun and placing Chlorophyte Bullets in the weapon, which he had in heaps, and aimed it at the closest monsters. The * BAM! * that roared from the shotgun when it fired was deafening, at least for the Angler Kid, who winced and tried to cover his ears from the shots.

The mayor was instantly terrified when he heard the shots, but when the cries and moans of the undead reached his ears, he promptly went into a trance before fainting completely.

The Arms Dealer and the Angler Kid stared at him for a moment, before the boy looked at the man with tight lips and an annoyed frown.

"Well done, moron." Angler Kid scored the man's failure among the shots as he pulled out his Musket, trembling a little when he heard the sounds of the monsters, and said with a small grudge, "It's just our first night and we already have a Blood Moon. Worthy of a Terrarian, at least."

The Arms Dealer looked at him out of the corner of his eye, listening to a slight rattle beside him, and noticed that the boy's arms were shaking too much, and he sighed, and put a hand on his shoulder, "Easy, I'll stay with the Terrarian, go and take the mayor to the Mayor's Building, and tell Goblin Tinkerer to hurry on whatever he's doing. "

The boy then saw the collapsed body of Brain, and asked, "And he...?"

"I would like to know a little about this world, but we can ask the mayor if he cannot do it."

Slightly relieved that he did not have to deal with the bandit, Angler Kid nodded, putted away his musket and started dragging the mayor's body from the neck of his shirt down the street, not caring what happened to the man, and the Arms Dealer chuckled, but turned serious and took out his Minishark, which he used when he saw a Drippler climbing over the wall, shooting it and making it explode into bits of blood and eyes.

Some villagers had left their homes, confused and agitated and frightened by the red tone of everything they saw and the sounds of the undead, and the Arms Dealer was brief with them. "Go to the Mayor's Building!"

And of course, everyone obliged, and even ran to notify all the villagers inside the other buildings, and the Arms Dealer sighed, satisfied and proud that his advice had been carried out, and began to run.

The Terrarian, after a series of grenades towards several Zombies (which consequently caused several huge holes, ) turned first to the shattered Drippler and then to the Arms Dealer, which ran eastward from the wall, and he noticed that more Monsters were coming from all directions, and he let out a swear, but then he heard the voice of the Arms Dealer.

"Hey, I'll defend the other side! Keep throwing those grenades!"

The hero nodded, and immediately turned to split a Wandering Eye in half with a single punch, grabbing the silver coins and storing them in his non-existent pockets, and then began throwing more of the explosives.

The sight before him would put any man on their knees and drown them in despair; hundreds and hundreds of all kinds of monsters were rapidly approaching the wall, zombies were leading the formation as cannon fodder, Clowns were throwing bombs indiscreetly while letting out sinister laughter, the howl of a Werewolf could be heard in the distance, and the Terrarian saw the silhouette of the heteromorph on the hill adjacent to the village, located in the middle of the moon.

And then there was a legion of Possessed Armors; warriors who fell in combat, but could never rest properly. Their discipline and incessant efforts to end their enemy made the Terrarian cautious and respectful of them.

Wandering Eyes and Dripplers accompanied the initial attack, intended to distract the Terrarian while those on the ground would break the wall.

The hero went to work, taking out a flamethrower and setting fire to the zombies, which, despite having been engulfed in flames, continued to advance, but soon fell, and their bodies made a wall of improvised fire of considerable size, that covered almost all the part of the wall that the Terrarian defended.

The monsters that were behind paused, and the Terrarian took advantage of the opportunity, unloading his Tactical Shotgun in the ranks of his enemies without needing to aim; the Chlorophyte Bullets would do their job without fail, and he watched the round projectiles shake and twist their trajectory until they found the heart of their targets, increasing the fury of the fire with the increasing size of the corpse wall.

Then a bomb was thrown at his position, and the Terrarian fired at the explosive before it could do any kind of damage; although the resulting shrapnel did scrape the surface of his armor. Nothing serious, however.

He replied to the Clown with a Chlorophyte in his head. Ending his continuous laughter.

Sharpening his eyes at the endless horde of monsters, the Terrarian perked up when suddenly something came to his head, and he immediately took out his next idea, aiming it at the first monster that made it through the wall of fire: A Werewolf.

It will be useful.

Putting the weapon on his forearm, the Terraria then pointed to the general direction where it was approaching, and then unleashed a punch, with the force of a Golem.

The effect was instantaneous, the flattened body of the Werewolf was shot back against the horde, taking dozens with it, possibly thirty more with it. And the monsters, no matter how clouded they are by their instincts, looked at this for a moment, only to even process what happened.

And suddenly unstoppable punches began to appear from the flames, and even these were sometimes accompanied by some embers, riddling the line quickly, but the monsters did not flinch and kept advancing, this time with more abandon and fury.

The Terrarian continued to punch anywhere, no matter where his punches ended up, sometimes tearing pieces of soil from the ground with the mere impact of Golem's Fist, but these same pieces were used as shrapnel, piercing the monsters, and they worked to give him an idea,

And he started creating a ditch in front of the pile of burning bodies, without the monsters knowing.

So then the monsters, enraged by the recent attack, did not notice the pothole that was in front of them until it was too late, and they fell headlong into the hole, with some immediately trying to climb out of the hole.

And the Terrarian had his flamethrower again, dumping it into the ditch and using the zombies again as fuel. He also used it in the sky, without forgetting the Eyes and Dripplers that were approaching him.

Seeing with indifference the incredible amount of smoke and fire that roared and rose to the sky, the Terrarian wondered how the others were doing.

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"Fuck you, you fuckin 'giggling sonofabitch!"

It was the brave roar of the Arms Dealer as he fired and consequently exploded the head of a Clown who almost managed to climb the wall. And then he began to reload his Minishark with Explosive Bullets and unleashed them all over the field in front of him, but discreetly not to shoot them near the wall.

The night today looked like the G-Day; the date on which the Goblin army landed at Terraria: waves of fire broke plumes of smoke into the sky, among the flaming balls of fire could be seen the countless monsters that approached the wooden wall, and the Arms Dealer determined grimly that he would not last long; either by being overwhelmed by the numbers or by spending all his bullets.

"Shit, at least I have the Ammo Box here," he muttered before starting another round with his Minishark, firing with the speed of an MG-42 towards the monsters, which were promptly pulverized by the powerful bullets that fell on them.

A bomb exploded very close to him, which caused him to shout "Fuck!" before pointing to the three clowns who laughed mockingly at him.

And their laughter did not last long, being torn apart by the Minishark's bullets. And he then turned his gaze to the side of the Terrarian, and noticed the wall of fire he had created, and how the monsters paused and tried to circle or failed to cross the flames. He had also created ditches, where most of the Zombies fell and stagnated there.

And the Arms Dealer copied this. First, he ducked for a moment while he kept his Minishark in his inventory, ignoring the moans and laughter from outside.

Taking out a Rocket Launcher (as a birthday gift from the Cyborg) he then inserted a Rocket I, determining that the rocket's explosion would no longer be nullified by Terraria's force, betting his theory, he then emerged again, aimed a considerable distance, straight to a group of Possessed Armors and Zombies, and fired.

The explosion was immediate, and the shrapnel that came out later went everywhere, puncturing the monsters that were close to its range. And the Arms Dealer kept firing, revitalized with what he saw later; a huge smoking crater, where soon the Zombies began to fall.

He repeated this several times, some did not even try to create holes but rather explode several of the monsters, made intervals taking out his Minishark to kill the Wandering Eyes and Dripplers (and sometimes the Wraiths that came out) until finally, the terrain in front of him was a disaster of trenches and holes. Countless dead were scattered across the plain in front of him, the advance of the monsters was decreasing, noticing now the irregular area in front of them, opting to go elsewhere.

Something that he and the Terrarian noticed, and ran through the wall to prevent it, with the hero laying flames around the perimeter while the Arms Dealer pierced both the monsters and the ground.

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Meanwhile, the Angler Kid took care of two things simultaneously; He pulled the mayor of the town's main street while he had a crossbow again, cautious before crossing corners and looking behind and above him.

The sounds of the battle on the wall sometimes almost succeeded in him dropping the mayor to the ground.

'What is Goblin Tinkerer doing so that he does not come out now?' The boy wondered, frowning when he remembered the moment the three of them landed in front of the town, and the Goblin's particularly dedicated gaze as he spoke with the Terrarian, who was enthusiastic about whatever he said.

Something about a 'tunnel', or something like that.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a moan from him a short distance later, and he tensed, and cautiously released the mayor's body (face up) to use both hands on the crossbow, and walked tentatively to a corner, and saw a Zombie kicking the door of a house, which was about to break with the strong kicks of the undead.

Upon hearing the cries of the people inside, the Angler Kid decided while the undead kicked harder.

Despite not having any kind of experience, the crossbow seemed to react to the restlessness and nervousness of the child, emanating a kind of concentration that prevailed in his mind, and with a conflicted expression, he nevertheless aimed the crossbow towards the head of the Zombie,

And shot. The bolt flew with a whistle as it punctured the air, and struck cleanly on the undead's head, and though it did not kill him (something Angler Kid would scream in frustration under other circumstances) he pulled his attention away from the door.

Angler Kid was paralyzed by connecting his eyes to the Zombie's empty sockets, and he started limping towards him, moaning with increasing strength and rushing his movements.

He shook his head, filling himself with courage, and started firing again, but the arrows did not hit vital points, only on the Zombie's hands and shoulders, and he was going to draw his Silver Sword, clenching his teeth, tensing in preparation to kill it.

Until then the head collapsed quickly, rolling just under 2 meters away from him and the mayor, and a moment later the decapitated body of the Zombie fell, and he, still charged with adrenaline and anxiety, turned to thank with a trembling voice to whoever saved him.

To then widen his eyes to the figure of nothing more and nothing less than Brain Unglaus with his face almost swollen and purple by the bruise he had, which, despite having saved hi, looked just as altered as he was, with his eyes sweeping everywhere until he focused on hi, and his face wrinkled in a upset scowl, before hissing in pain, regretting having done so, and the Angler swallowed nervously.

Although it was a real surprise for the child that someone would wake up a blow that would even leave a Pirate Captain blushing.

"Oi, you damn brat," he murmured menacingly, moving his sword, making the boy run his eyes over the weapon, and he cautiously pulled away from the man, flexing his hands the moment he noticed a hostile movement to draw his Silver Sword.

But that was unnecessary, when suddenly four Zombies emerged from the shadows of an alley, putting Brain on guard while Angler Kid was thinking frantically, disturbed.

'What…? No, wait, this was to be expected, the outskirts have been illuminated, but not the interior, 'Then the Angler Kid widened his eyes in realization, taking out torches for help in case of an emergency, and he snorted exasperatingly, squeezing the shaft of the object strongly.

Beside him, Brain gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain that entailed.

"Undead?! ... Is Zuranon attacking ...?"

Ignoring the altered murmur of the bandit, the Angler Kid rose shakily, something that also alerted Brain, but not as much as the Zombies before him, and clenching his teeth, the bandit turned to the quartet, determined to slice them all.

Except that four arrows flew by him directly to their heads, knocking them down and making them resonate as they fell, and Brain blinked several times, and turned to see the boy with a crossbow - 'how did he shoot so fast ...?' - and a torch in the other hand, looking at the undead with calculating eyes and full of anger, and the man was disturbed by how stormy the child's orbs were, and his examination was cut off when the child spoke,

"I know you're troubled by what's going on, but we cannot stay here," he pressed the word, motioning with his crossbow up, and Brain, though doubtful, followed the direction of the gun and inhaled sharply when he saw two Dripplers floating off. He seemed worried at the sight of the hideous bloody amalgams, and saw the boy again, who now seemed to age for a few years.

Angler Kid then remembered something that Goblin Tinkerer instructed him, and with resolved eyes, he looked at the bandit.

"Help me take him and all the villagers to the mayor's building," he gestured toward the mayor's unconscious body, and although Brain had his own protests, the moans of some zombies, and the shouting beginnings of the villagers whose houses they were penetrated, they made him decide early.

And he nodded, ducking and lifting the man over his shoulder, earning an expression of pure gratitude from the Angler Kid, but he simply scowled the boy, "Do not think we're at hand,"

"No, not really," Angler Kid admitted honestly, and turned to the mayor's office, with Brain behind him, and they both started to make their way through the muddy streets, with the Angler Kid shouting for all the villagers to go to the mayor's office and shooting the Zombies and any other monsters with his crossbow, killing them with just one or two shots, impressing the swordsman considerably, while he carried the mayor with one arm and watched the backs of both with his sword ..

"Tell me, where have you learned to use that?" he asked after the boy shot a Zombie several times, and Brain ended up with the undead cutting his head, Angler Kid turned his head towards him, and answered honestly, "Never, I did it right now,"

Brain was silent, looking blankly at the boy in front of him.

Several villagers listened to the boy and went out into the street, screaming in terror at the sight of the undead, but then they hesitated when Angler Kid killed them all with their arrows, and they turned, wide-eyed, to the atypical little paladin of beautiful armor, one of the leaders of the bandits who abused them, and the unconscious mayor.

Without wasting time, Angler Kid pointed to the end of the street later, and shouted, "Everyone is running to the city hall! An underground tunnel is being built to escape! Hurry up!" And he emphasized his statement by firing Dripplers from the rooftops, and the villagers wasted no time, and as one, they all shot out to the town hall, but the complete disorder caught the attention of many of the monsters.

"Shit," Angler Kid spat disdainfully at himself, angry at his own stupid decision, and ran to defend as best he could, firing as he ran with the magic crossbow, and Brain stopped wondering how the weapon even worked, opting to penetrate in the growing rows of monsters.

Unfortunately, several unfortunates were victims of th monsters, including children even ... and Angler Kid clutched his head futilely to divert the horrendous screams, Brain, meanwhile, looked darkly around him, wondering how the fuck everything ended like this.

The seemingly limitless arrows, along with the Martial Arts and Brain's sword skill, were enough to take most of the villagers around the town hall, and in the distance, they could hear a tremendous explosion, and turned their heads to widen their eyes to the huge ball of fire in a part of the wall, bringing embers to the surroundings, and shooting debris everywhere.

The penetrated wall and by extension the town, began to be flooded by monsters.

"We are almost there!" Brain screamed gloomily, looking at the ... not so remarkable building in front of him, just with a fence, a few stairs before the entrance, and nothing else, but shrugged his shoulders hurriedly and kicked the door sharply, opening it quickly and moving away so that the villagers enter. Which earned several reactions bundled with them.

"Just come in, damn it!"

And there was no opposition to his order.

"Also take this guy," he threw the mayor's body toward some villagers, who sputtered a little before loading the man inside.

Angler Kid frowned worriedly in front of him, watching the monsters flow without any visible resistance from the Arms Dealer or even the Terrarian, something that sowed a tremendous sense of dismay in the boy's stomach, but he shook his displeasure, urging the villagers to enter orderly, without going over the other - damn lady, pick up that girl!

One of the first monsters turned out to be unfortunately a Werewolf, and Brain offered to stop the heteromorph, though he himself looked grimly determined at the prospect of being bitten by the creature, "Wait!" He heard behind him, and turned around so that the child would throw a silver sword at him, and then said, "They are weaker against silver!"

"I already know it!" he answered callously back, although he did not deny that he felt more secure now because of the weapon in his hands. Although the armor would be also convenient. With a roar, Brain was faced against the heteromorph ... and was surprised to the following.

When his intention was to start with a 'cut' to further anger and deconcentrate the heteromorph, the sword seemed to gain a consciousness of its own and shot itself, ignoring Brain's sputtering, towards the body of the heteromorph, who howled and roared at the Same time in pain, even moving away from him to cover the burning wound with its hands.

What the fuck

Looking, completely flabbergasted, at the sword, he noticed that there were a lot of intricate details all over the blade that seemed to glow with the nature of a palpitation, and to his utter bewilderment, there were runes all over the surface. Runes.

Turning back to the boy, he saw that the boy was putting the last villagers inside while shooting a group of Zombies, and ... Hollow Armors, with the crossbow. And Brain went to work, and with renewed vigor, rammed towards the Werewolf.

Meanwhile, Angler Kid darted his eyes anywhere, making an interval of 5 seconds to aim and barely 1 second to look for any sign of a giant beetle or a buzz or a few shots, but still there was nothing.

A Possessed Armor stomped as it climbed the stairs ominously, clutching a sword with both hands, and with a mute roar of war, it launched itself at the Angler Kid, who screamed and literally launched himself away from the sword that was brought vertically down, coming to be buried in the earth, and while the undead was trying to unearth the sword, he fired his crossbow several times, managing to penetrate through the armor and some points where the black magic held the protections.

But then he heard a laugh behind him, and Angler just had a few moments to turn around, see the bomb in front of him, make the stupidest decision to keep the building - which was to kick it away from there - and cross his arms (and fingers) to protect yourself from the explosion. And he was carried back violently, and he crashed hard against the ground, stunned. And he swore he saw some hands that were going to grab him tightly -

Until, finally, very loud detonations were heard from the right corner of the building.

And the Possessed Armor and the Clown who was going to light another bomb were scattered in an opaque fog and bits of flesh, respectively, by the greenish beam thrown by the Terra Blade.

With a hiss, the Terrarian then began to literally massacre all the monsters that were there...

With the Piranha Gun.

Propelled by the detonation, the small aquatic predator opened and closed its mouth in the skin of the monsters at hypersonic speeds, leaving only bones with very little flesh in its path, pointing indiscriminately to any living being that the Terrarian saw as an enemy; The monsters, those who were on thousands in their numbers, suffered the loss of one third of his troops in a single instant.

Meanwhile, the Arms Dealer exclaimed, "Auf Wiedersehen!" before then pulling the trigger of a borrowed weapon; the Mega suddenly, with just a whistle that confessed its existence, a High Velocity Bullet crossed the torso of a Zombie, and went through a Werewolf, then a Possessed Armor, then a house, and another, and another, to go beyond the wall and end embedded in one of the trees located in the nearby forests.

And without any importance for the buildings, the Arms Dealer moved the weapon horizontally, aiming it without really much discretion to the entire Horde.

And in less than an instant, the Piranha and the Mega Shark wiped out most of the monsters.

"Holy shit," Brain mumbled, stupefied, as he watched with wide eyes at the entire trail of the Mega Shark; the buildings were now distant cousins of the Swiss Cheese, with countless small holes (some even kept smoking) running all over their surfaces. It should be added that these bullets went through other monsters that entered the city.

The Arms Dealer turned with raised eyebrows at the bandit, who tensed when he saw the man carelessly move the deadly artifact in his direction, and was nervous to see that these eyebrows now frowned, and the man's eyes sharpened in suspicion.

Emphasizing his predicament, strong trampling sounded almost next to him, and then he looked at a monster that easily towered over him, and he first put himself on guard, and was going to attack the supposed heteromorph, but Angler Kid beat him and stepped between. both with heaving breaths and their armor a little dirty. "No, do not attack him,"

"Is not this the thing that attacked me in the first place?" Brain asked with an obvious tone, looking at Angler Kid as if he were crazy, the boy in response shook his head, and replied honestly, "We were going to interrogate you, but it did not go as planned."

At the blatant frankness, Brain balked, and the Arms Dealer shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes were still wary of him, "I agree with the boy, but it was my idea, my bad," he nodded non-apologetically, but he was enough to pause Brain, but he then gestured at the Terrarian with his sword, and asked, "And what about this thing? What does it have to do with you?" he asked cautiously, sharpening his eyes and preparing for a hostile response, the Terrarian nodded, and the Angler Kid responded,

"He accompanies us, and he's not a monster, he's a human."

This was proved with the Terrarian taking off the Beetle Mask with a sticky sound that made them all feel a chill, and beneath slime and ... bodily fluids, there was an impressively stern, tanned and truly human face, and Brain stared baffled almost on the verge of convulsing for so much rarity in a single night.

"And where were you, anyway?" Angler Kid asked, feeling a little disconsolate having thought for a few moments that he was abandoned, the Arms Dealer shook his head in frustration, and the response he got was very ... unsettling.

"The Terrarian and I were going to the other side of the wall ... and I think, we saw the silhouette of a city engulfed in flames, supposedly where Goblin Tinkerer was planning to go," His frown creased in concern, "If my assumptions are Certain ... I think we'll have to tell those people to spend the night in the underground. "

Before even saying anything against that, then the Terrarian moved his head towards the mayor's office with a grunt as he replaced the Mask, and the Arms Dealer nodded and went to run first inside, while the Terrarian looked around, to activate again the Piranha, Angler Kid then spoke again, taking Brain out of his stupor.

"You should go with us."

Although with a little instinctive reluctance, an explosion behind him and then the shot of the Piranha Gun made him, again, choose immediately. "Well, but simply because I will survive this madness," and despite his sarcasm, there was a tremor in his voice, Angler Kid sympathized with the man, and nodded once.

"It's okay, I understand that,"

Both went to the mayor with the Terrarian staying a few moments outside, looking at the whole town being overwhelmed by all the monsters, and he clenched his fists, wondering if his other companions and the other people of this world could be having a worse time.

With one more shot from the Piranha Gun, he finally entered the building, placing several blocks of Terrarian nature right where the door was, and he estimated that the monsters would take longer than enough for the Goblin Tinkerer to end the tunnel.

Soon he turned around, and ran into the basement of the building.

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In the Catacombs that extended and interconnected with all the cities, in the middle of these, far from the knowledge of all living beings, was the High Command of the Theocracy. Insured against the 'Evil Plague' threats within the holy improvised and purified rooms by the Clerics, the Cardinals held a small meeting about the new reports they received.

Just 2 hours ago, they suffered serious setbacks.

The news of the loss of the Capital barely an hour ago, numbed the Cardinals, who were already overburdened with the sorrows that the 'Evil Plague' brought, without detours and without a place for discussion, Raymond began to gather a group of carefully chosen soldiers for a mission that will possibly define the fate of the Theocracy.

And he had no opposition against his decision.

That was just an hour ago, before sunset.

Now…

The Cardinals decided to infiltrate a group of Clerics, Soldiers of various Scriptures and those of the Black Scripture, making a sacrifice on the secrecy of the elite to carry out the mission. In this time of panic, all humanity must be united.

Using a spell from [Mass Teleportation], the "collection group" would be transported from the nearest city, the lack of preparation for the spell would cause serious repercussions to the Priests who were chosen to perform it, but in return, their sacrifice will be duly rewarded with the return of the Treasury, the Miko Princesses and the Artifacts of the Gods.

The loss of any of those three components in this mission would be a devastating blow not only to the Cardinals and the military of the Theocracy, not only because of the 5th tier magic they could use or because of the magical items they carried, including the Crown of Wisdom, but also for the entire population.

The restlessness in the cities grew every minute, and despite the incessant attempts to calm the anguish in their hearts, the population continued to listen to rumors and news about the 'Evil Plague', putting them in a growing panic.

Another pillar of pressure for them, and despite wanting to send every man and woman to the operation, the Cardinals knew that the creatures would realize the considerable number.

Through the Miko Princesses, they could stop the expansion of Corruption, and all of them knew that those women would be more than willing to give their lives for it, leaving aside their first purpose.

The collection group would first arrive at the Cathedral through the spell, collect all the Treasures and wait for the extraction team. Zesshi, meanwhile, would be responsible for clearing the way or diverting hostile attention away from the 2nd team.

Leading the collection group would be the Captain of the Black Scripture, a group of members of the Clearwater Scripture to explore and report on the spot, several experienced soldiers who did not belong to any Scriptures yet, led by the decorated Commander of the Capital Presidium, Tohma Arjoun Herd, and the clerics responsible for collecting the treasures.

The initial loss of the Holocaust Scripture and, shockingly, through the reports of Thousand Leagues Astrologer, the Sunlight Scripture, has left the military force of Theocracy almost incapacitated.

Upon hearing the details of a frantic Thousand Leagues Astrologer, the Cardinals sneered at the appearance of Zuranon, but turned pale when she described how the Leader of the group destroyed the Scripture singlehandedly with a kind of spell much like one of a necromantic nature.

"It is not human!" Dominic exclaimed, almost foaming at the mouth, "It's a Lich! An undead abomination!"C

"And one that we cannot focus on right now beyond just watching it from afar," the Cardinal of Water commented coldly, staring at Dominic, who was upset by the apparent apathy of the threat.

Interposing and defeating any discussion, one of the Six Cardinals, being this Maximilian, estimated that they would last at least 4 years to recompose both Scriptures, making this mission more tense and riskier than it was.

Something that simply made them feel sick because of the nervousness that hung in the room.

"What about the cities?" It was then Yvon who asked, and Raymond was brief in summing up the predicament they were in now, and their eyes widened in shock.

"We have not received any notification from the messengers we have sent to the cities." He said aggravatedly, looking with tight lips and hardened eyes at his hands.

"What?" At Berenice's stupid question, Raymond raised his eyes and elaborated,

"We sent messengers to the cities that were still standing ... that was 1 hour ago,"

And they were ignorant of what was happening on the surface, of the cries of the population in several cities, of the Clowns tormenting and stalking those who were inside with their bombs, of the Wandering Eyes and Dripplers that floated lazily over the city, of the Werewolfs, Zombies, Possessed Armors and all the creatures that made up the evil piled up at the entrances to the cities, and Humanity was frantic and full of panic as they tried to deflect the attack or repel it as best they could.

Above them, the Bloody Moon was pulsating in rhythm with the march of the Night monsters as blood ran through the streets-

The second team was purely made up of members of the Black Scripture, except for Zesshi, who had authorization to separate from the team, all had to keep distracted the beasts of the 'Evil Plague' while the first team would proceed with the collection.

Lady Kaire would be in this group; if there was a powerful beast within the Capital (which the Cardinal of Fire estimated should have already been conquered by at least half its size) it was imperative that it be dominated by [Downfall of Castle and Country] to temporarily replace the absence of the two Scriptures.

Thousand Leagues Astrologer would be reporting the progress of all teams to the Cardinals.

"I do not like this mission," It was Maximilian who said that, he was with his hands placed on the table, and his eyes were clouded with grim anticipation, Raymond turned to the man in glasses, equally troubled by the chain of events, and waited for him to explain.

"There are many possibilities, many what-if's, and worst of all, the majority goes against us," To this, all the Cardinals nodded, however, it was Dominic who then said, "The Gods will help us, Oreio, surely you have not forgotten this,"

That was answered with a sharp and completely hostile look, but then Raymond stepped between them, and said,

"The only thing we can do is wait," he said with helpless frustration, "and pray," he added as afterthought, and the Cadets nodded, and looked toward the Thousand Leagues Astrologers, who promptly concentrated, and little by little could establish a connection with the Captain of the Black Scripture.

She thought that she would look at a normal night, the Capital, even if it were lacking in the usual atmosphere or the peaceful tranquility that the twilight gave would always be magnificent, and she never thought that at least it would change ...

And in reaction to what she saw ...

She gasped in horror, and the sound shook the Cardinals terribly.

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At the same time, moments after being teleported, those who were in the first group, mainly the Clerics, inhaled strongly in restlessness and horror when they saw the Interiors of the Cathedral.

The Cathedral had the same appearance as one would expect from a structure where a God was worshiped, an arched ceiling, painted glass that showed the divine appearance of the figure, pillars that supported the structure ... everything, now being tinted by the Corruption.

Several weeds were running down the pillars, sharp thorns of ... something, protuberating among the vile vegetation, mushrooms of different sizes, but from a sinister purple ran where the sunlight would filter, and the worst ... there were ... things, spheres of purple that glowed and pulsed ominously, but the light that emanated was faint enough not to cover the entire room in light, but at least enough to see the silhouette of everything.

Including those of the beasts of the 'Evil Plague', which were shaken from their nests in the corners and the ground and began to awaken, the slow, but continuous way they flapped their wings and stared at them with those dead eyes served like a bell to all the humans.

Thanks to the spell, they already had a clear idea of where the humans were.

There was only one thing before the chaos, and it was said by the Captain of the Black Scripture.

"Cover your eyes,"

They all did it, and he said, almost hardly, when a Corruptor went to charge him ...

"[Divine Skill Single Flash]."

And with the sudden Flash, the buzzing became a chorus of chaos.

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"By the Gods ..."

On the other hand, on the outskirts of the Cathedral, the Black Scripture watched with trepidation throughout the Capital.

They expected hundreds of those things, or the city in an obvious state of desolation ... what they found was horribly worse.

Huge gaps opened the earth in different parts of the city and sank almost endlessly, Kami Miyako was completely overcrowded by the numerous beasts of the 'Evil Plague', Corruptors and Soul Eaters were flying in flocks everywhere, Slimers nests covered full seats , Corruptors and World Feeders were free throughout the layer of earth, huge columns of poisonous weeds ran through the buildings and walls, Shadow Orbs remained revealed to the surface, witnessing the complete corruption that circulated through the streets of the once holy Capital. The Shrine of the Miko Princess of the Capital was completely conquered by Corruption.

Something that made them fall into despair.

The purity of the unholy energy in the air bit their bodies and minds, and they, again, were grateful for the accessories that the Gods left them. They knew that the 'Evil Plague' was something they had never seen before in their lives, something they knew it had no parallel, and that they should be prepared for anything.

Except for the roar that echoed beneath them.

And neither did the sudden eruption of rotten earth behind them, revealing a ... thing so long that it seemed to spread and spread without stopping. Luminous eyes focused on them pointedly, lumps and warts that protuberated on thick skin, a horrible smell that seemed to drain from the cracks of the huge hole that the long beast created.

Hundreds of feet up, and then it twisted horribly, and finally turned its mouth towards them, a kind of hole that was cut into four diagonal parts until it joined a triangular point, which soon opened, revealing rows and rows of teeth and a full pit of Cursed Flames,

That promptly blew upon them.

Zesshi and the rest of the group, particularly Kaire's guards throwing themselves out of the path of the flames with Kaire being protected by their bodies, maneuvered in the air nimbly, forced to use [Greater Evasion] to dodge the spits of dozens of Corruptors that they appeared suddenly, which appeared instantaneously after the colossal bright-eyed worm. She smiled wildly when then the same big mouth appeared in front of her, and prepared her War Scythe to inflict a direct hit.

She twisted in the air before landing nimbly on the ground, before running in a blink toward the worm, which slowly began to descend towards where she was. Zesshi snorted mockingly at the stupidity of the beast, and brought her Scythe down, cutting the worm down the middle,

and being rammed hard against the ground by the now two-headed worm.

And such a change completely shook not only the Extra Seat of the Black Scripture, but all the members that were there.

"Dammit!" Ensem Furt Ondares, The Time Turbulence, exclaimed before using [Time Stop Lancer] and rammed into the Eater of Worlds, smiling confidently when he did not notice any reaction (nor would there be one) of the huge worm, and ran to where Zesshi was, right at side of the beast's heads, raising his Lance and estimating the end of his spell.

Now when reality began to move again, Zesshi was lying on the ground, surprised by the blow, looking with widened eyes how then the worm, which was going to devour her before, was now being palisaded by the young warrior.

Before he could celebrate or boast about his kill, however, something happened.

Vibrating and writhing the body of the worm began to undergo a metamorphosis, before then -

Then a head of another segment of the Eater of Worlds came out behind the unsuspecting young man, and devoured his entire torso with a sickly bite, crunching the bones and penetrating the skin to the bowels, and then ripped the torso of what little it was attached to his lower parts with a horrible sound. Zesshi thought she heard the child's screams while he was being digested.

She did not have time to even feel sympathy for the poor bastard before now three heads and another one protruding from the torso of the worm went over her, but Zesshi used her skills and deflected and cut off the heads with a single cut, but in change, these heads simply regenerated and grew with more numerous and smaller mouths.

Years of hard training, almost discriminate prejudice by her tutors for her inheritance, and continuous desire for revenge have opened her countless Martial Arts, however, she did not use them often, since a single blow (even from her fist) was enough to end any fight. Now, this was an invaluable opportunity.

"[Front Cut]!" She roared fearlessly against the Eater's own stinking roars, moving her Scythe horizontally across the torso and mouth of the worm, succeeding in burying her in the hide hidden by the countless rows of sinister teeth that made up her newly created jaws. And her blow was successful, when suddenly the worm violently broke away from her, and began to bury itself back to the ground.

The other members of the Black Scripture, especially Alyssa Braise Yolis, the Divine Chant, tried to attack the torso of the worm as best they could with their spells, before it was completely buried, finding it terrifying how it could leave almost no trail behind while sinking into the ground.

"[Archangel Arrow]!" She screamed, pointing her hand towards one of the beast's eyes, and when this bolt hit successfully, then the ground vibrated with the roar of the beast, but contrary to her belief that this was a roar of pain ...

Hundreds of Soul Eaters arrived over them.

"Fuck! Fall back!" Kuaiesse Hazeia Quintia exclaimed while throwing a cautious kick towards one of the flying monsters, finding satisfaction to see it explode into a thousand pieces by his kick, but his fanfare did not last long when replacing it now appeared three.

The members of the Black Scripture backed away, going everywhere to hide from the huge swarm of beasts, casting various attacks and spells behind them to get rid of them, but the will of the Eater of Worlds, and by extension that of Corruption would not be mitigated.

Zeshi, meanwhile ...

Almost ignoring the Soul Eaters (only killing them when they tried to attack her from behind or by any of her supposed blind spots) Zesshi swept her eyes all over the earth, looking for the Eater of Worlds, emphasizing the point of her presence here; to kill, or at least reduce the probability of death of the 1st team.

But that command was discarded just as they arrived in the Capital, and Zesshi could see the full potential of the now-fallen city.

This potential, manifested in the giant worm, appeared behind her with chilling speed through a building, shooting dust and debris everywhere, opening a half-split mouth, the pupils of her huge dead eyes now vivid as she focused on her.

She snorted confidently, and then used [Full Throttle] and threw a horizontal cut to the body of the worm, waiting for a huge hole in the torso of the monstrosity.

Except that she was caught by surprise when suddenly, having cut and pulled a roar of annoyance from the gigantic abomination, she jumped thanks to her own reflexes to dodge a tail that hit in the place where she was, pulverizing the ground and leaving unrecognizable the street I was on.

And she looked behind her, while the larger worm writhed in on itself, to see two small Worms going to his position.

Taking advantage of that moment, she then sharpened her eyes and glanced, which focused completely on the now sinking giant worm, and she then muttered with conviction, "Okay, do you want to prove me? I'll give you what you want." And she grabbed her Scythe more tightly, and she carried it above her and then roared, "[Fatal Edge]!"

And the result was glorious for her. The small Worms, the buildings, the street and the Soul Eaters around her were reduced to inert pieces when suddenly a flash appeared instantly, and then a wave of impact shook all the Corruption, and this same one was intrigued by the small trowel creature, and it fixed all its proverbial eyes on her, although it did it a little late, having focused on others ...

The body of the Eater of Worlds was cut into several halves, its roar of pain being omitted, because of how deep it was in the underground now, but instead, its other 'twins' noticed it, and caused more chaos and destruction in the already decimated capital of the Theocracy.

Something that Zesshi did not seem to care about completely.

.

But with the Captain of the Black Scripture, who battled the smaller monsters along with the other spiteful members, he was horrified by what he saw.

From the buildings, adjacent to the Cathedral of Light, which miraculously remained standing and almost without being crippled by the darkness and the battle that took place a few moments ago, as an almost non-existent pillar of light amid despair, the panorama was horrible.

The entire Capital, formerly proud, and slightly infected by Corruption, was now a death place, which was completely miraculous the fact that the Black Scripture and the Legion of Clerics and Priests sent to collect the artifacts and retrieve the Miko Princesses, and that they themselves were not corrupted.

Under the light of Blood Moon, and under the red sky full of stars, it was a sight that took the air out of his lungs and was disconsolate at the same time.

The towers, houses, streets and any other building in the city were collapsed thanks to the earthquakes that the giant worm caused when excavating, dividing the plates that formed the earth in biblical proportions.

And despite the continuous destruction, of the enormous clouds of dust that were raised by each blow and burial of the worm and the Halfling, they could see the changes that the 'Evil Plague' concealed in their holy city.

And all of them could see how their houses, churches and buildings were covered in Corruption; nests of Soul Eaters and Corruptors, eggs of Slimers, and even scrubs of Clingers, where there were plenty, and that slowly devoured several unlucky ones during the dangerous way to the Treasury.

The non-members of the Black Scripture were completely grateful to have been placed under the protection of the elite of the elites.

Like now.

"Get back!" Sylvan exclaimed, pulling one of the Clerics who was responsible for tracking the way to the Treasury back to him behind a wall, away from the light of Blood Moon along with the formation, and ahead, a World Feeder then suddenly passed digging very close to them, and for a moment they stayed tense.

And they watched in horror as the monstrous calamity moved with a speed that belied its size, and they saw how the creature's own eyes, reflected by the red light of the rare Moon, focused on them with complete concentration and instinct.

The sound that gargled from its insides disturbed him, and it urged Sylvan to say, "Run!"

And that they did.

The World Feeder veered its trajectory and began to pursue them, opening its mouth, revealing fire and greenish saliva from deep within its vile mouth. It accelerated and narrowed the distance between them, and the warriors and priests of the Theocracy knew that if they fought now they would attract the attention of the other creatures.

And, the giant worm.

It was Edgar BeaumArchais, 9th Seat, on the orders of Sylvan, who attacked, using his [Divine Chain] and used it as a whip towards the World Feeder, making it retreat and hiss in fury and pain when contacting the Holy weapon, and they already knew the weakness of the creatures, so Edgar was brief in distracting it and lure it far enough for the group to leave the current building,

And almost reach the entrance of the Treasury,

Except that, between the nearest entrance and them, there was a huge pit, created by the giant worm.

And from that pit then the flying monsters emerged; of the two species, the most developed began to spit on them, almost hitting one of them.

"Shit," Sylvan muttered, backing everyone back into the building, watching the creatures pile up outside, and he swept his eyes inside to see if there was an alternate entrance; did not find any.

What should I do now?

The Captain of the Black Scripture bit his lip as he frowned, until they heard a louder roar than before, and they worried about the tone that was used for that.

Quickly the members of the Black Scripture left that matter at the hands of Zesshi, opting to go to the Treasury. Wincing when they heard the roars and calamitous clashes of the battle between the monster and the strongest of humanity.

"What is Kaire's group waiting for? They're supposed to act long ago," he muttered annoyed, glancing over.

And despite the numerous monsters around them, all the vile beasts settled in to avoid approaching the Treasury, and he sighed in relief, and his suspicions of crossing corridors full of monsters in the holy edifice dissipated, though only a little.

They were stuck for several minutes, which seemed to be hours, as they looked fearfully and tense at the Corruptors and Soul Eaters surrounding the entrance,

"We cannot stay here, damn it!" One of the members of the Black Scripture exclaimed, still shocked and affected by the sight of the World Feeder, and his fear was shared by the others in the room. Also, all of them began to tire of the continuous buzzing of the flying creatures; the vibration of whatever kept them flying, stunning them slightly.

But his concern lay with the Devourers and World Feeders.

If one of those beasts came to enter that narrow space, there was little they could do.

"And we cannot move with so many of those things either," Sylvan responded quickly, looking and calculating every kind of plan to get out of there, but growling frustrated while every single one failed at the end.

Until then, the beasts were paralyzed, and suddenly, they shot to one way. To the confused glances of those of the Theocracy, Sylvan dared to peek in the same direction, sharpening his eyes to straighten his vision, and then these widened, and he turned suddenly, and addressed the members of the Black Scripture.

"Get ready to get in! We'll take advantage of the opportunity they gave us!"

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A few moments before ...

Back with Zesshi, she was placed on top of a pillar of earth and rock that rose due to a strong blow of the worm on the ground, which threw her into the sky, but she responded with [Void Cutter] in an instant, dividing the worm further and angering it more.

With Cursed Flames, hordes of Slimers, swarms of Corruptors, waves of World Feeders ... The Corruption grew more and more impressed with the determination and the ... complete life force that this creature presented ... very similar to the one that almost destroyed it, but, much less refined and less ... pure.

However, despite being impure, it could be distilled into something much more powerful, and Corruption hissed in satisfaction as it sensed a latent hatred within the ...Halfling!

With its figurative eyes widening in curiosity, the Corruption could then feel the light inside, and hissed angrily at the uncomfortable warmth it emanated, but the Corruption could deal with it; She was lukewarm, not like that Dryad who burned its whole being with a mere footstep in its domain.

There was a way; the Corruption thought, while looking with interest and infinite cunning to the form of Zesshi Zetsumei, and with a laugh that was not heard anywhere, decided to pull some threads to the 'favor' of the humans ...

With Zesshi, little by little she began to get tired by the tedious process of cutting and cutting the beast without being compensated with the dead corpse of this one, and a heavy feeling of frustration began to settle on her stomach, and she pressed her lips in growing boredom.

"Well, time to finish with-"

And then she suddenly unbalanced, and her eyes widened as she tried to recover her jogging, using her own abilities, but then the instability worsened, forcing her to use [Instant Counter], and she realized that one of the larger 'twins' that remained of the World Eater pierced the pillar where she was.

But Zesshi simply determined that as a simple attack, and she was confident that even with the imbalance she would be able to deflect any attack.

Except then, the same 'twin' who happened to be the initial and main part of the Eater of Worlds, roared louder, but unlike all it moans of pain or annoyance, it carried with a darker intention, something palpable in the tone of voice it used. And Zesshi looked around quickly as the pillar jerked harder and threatened to collapse at any moment, and her eyes widened when they saw ... everything around her.

Thanks to her night vision (one of the few advantageous features of her inheritance) she could see what was approaching her position.

Countless Soul Eaters and Corruptors plummeted towards her, and from below, all the worms piled up underneath to then fracture the base and half of the pillar as they huddled together, their mouths opening and closing frantically looking at Zesshi like a full bag of meat, being an even disturbing sight for her.

Not only worms were the only things that opened their mouths continuously, from the depths, even in the darkness of the Blood Moon, she could see several Clingers spitting yellow green fire towards the pillar, melting the stone and the earth with more speed, and even she knew that any contact with those things would weaken her very much, even ...

They could even kill her, an unknown feeling for her began to stick in her throat, making it a bit difficult to breathe.

She swept her eyes, her head running a thousand miles a minute as she figured out some way to get out of there, processing the real risk that was here.

She used then [Possibility Sense], and she calmed down moderately when she barely saw a single alternative. Something that was more than enough for her.

'No, I cannot die here ... no, I cannot ... not until that bastard dies.'

With a snarl, she then came to a resolution, with this move, she would bet a lot, but if it came out successful then she could come out alive.

Better that not to extract her revenge to that motherfu-… to that man who hurt her mother.

Inhaling loudly and sharply through her nose, and exhaling muttering [Strengthen Perception] she then focused her eyes and all her senses from the inside out, and then, she used [Greater Ability Boost].

With incredible speed, almost unparalleled in the Theocracy, she climbed back down, tracing the ground pillar with her Scythe, the Eater of Worlds jumped enthusiastically at her, with its infinite mouths now opening in anticipation, and the greenish light of the Cursed Flames in the bowels of the enormous Worm were reflected in the heterochromatic eyes of Zesshi.

With ease, she cut and sliced its mouths, and dodged a flurry of infernal fires in the air, twisting midair and turning on her axis as she used her Scythe to make it look like a rhombus, piercing the thick scales of the beast like a knife through butter, maneuvering among the countless bodies of the Eater while trying to get out of reach.

And the Minor Eaters exploded in fountains of gore and rotting green blood behind her, but they quickly regenerated twice as fast, the smell withering the taste buds in Zesshi's nose, her eyes widening in ecstasy as she sees the incredible amount of flesh and guts flying through the air, even the lower Clingers were intercepted in her attacks, exploding in a stroke of green embers and smoking blood ... For a moment, Zesshi thought that the view before her was poetic.

Until then she turned to pierce a Soul Eater in two, and her eyes widened when she heard a familiar sound above her ... and she looked up,

To then see the huge mouth of the Eater of Worlds that she cut between all the elongated bodies like noodles and did not hear its roar of pain, but let out one as to say 'At last I have you!' and dived towards her.

Zesshi stared at the huge and growing jaw of the monster, and contrary to all her vivid dreams of her eventual (and longed for) defeat, this was not one of her visions.

But before even murmuring her complaint about the breach of her ideal defeat and her unfulfilled revenge, then, the unthinkable happened.

A dragon of light was unleashed, having fallen from the sky, in the direction of the Eater of Worlds; it had regenerated completely, resembling an unholy abomination of a Hydra. And she saw how the creature's eyes focused on the luminous dragon, and despite the attempt to evade the beam, it was unable to do so.

In an instant, before falling, Zesshi ran her eyes across the entire trail of the dragon, and hundreds of meters behind, she spotted a group of people, who were draped around a magical protective shield, with incredible numbers of Soul Eaters and Corruptors and all the creatures on top of them. And in the center of the formation, there was, in all her old splendor, a Lady Kaire with concentrated expression.

And the object that she could only possess, [Downfall of Castle and Country].

And while she closed her eyes, laughing hysterically, as the Eater of Worlds, and apparently, all the creatures of Corruption in the Capital, writhed in pain and complete impotence, and that view was the last thing Zesshi cared to process before fall freely to the ground.

The mission was a colossal success.

And Corruption, enraged at having its mandate usurped, roared.

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Ainz was watching quietly from the sky using [Fly] along with Albedo and Jeff, the whole horde of undead that surrounded the entire city, listening to the war cries of the Goblin army of the two horns approaching from the surrounding to save Enri (and the loud sounds were mistaken for real Horns for the guard of E-Rantel, causing more resistance in the walls and entrance) and the various sounds with which the monsters responded, and they spent all their time watching them elite troops clashed with the horde of monsters, explosions of bombs and spells rolling through the planes and woods adjacent to the city, turning the famous city into an iconic war zone.

'Incredible, the number of Goblins invoked exceeds the limit imposed on Yggdrasil ... well, I was a little naive in not considering that this is no longer the game ...'

During the night, 800 Goblins, among them Soldiers, Archers, Wizards, Clerics, Wolf Riders, and Leaders (who were taller and stronger than the standard Goblin, almost like a Champion) have appeared from the forest, all equipped with swords, bows, wolves, armor and magical artifacts of a quality that could not be snorted. And the initial shock they struck against the undead was remarkable.

Absently, he thought that Stalingrad was being reproduced again in front of his eyes. And in morbid fascination, Ainz saw how the Spawns of an object he considered useless before now bore fruits of unexpected proportions.

Countless bursts of light, fire, lightning and magic in general swayed from side to side, both sides reciprocating the abuse that the one inflicted on the other with terrible spells, a Groom battled with 25 Goblins at a time, exclaiming almost unintelligently about his lost love, killing a dozen before being palisaded by the demi-humans' halberds.

However, that did not mean he was done.

"RAAHGR!" Roaring desperately for his beloved, the Groom grabbed the shafts of all the weapons and ripped them from his body, ignoring the jets of blood that came out afterwards, before killing off the Goblins before then continuing to seek his love inside the city.

A Goblin massacred a Clown, burying his thumbs in the still laughing psychopathic comedian, and his eyes widened in the hand that gripped the bomb that the human had ignited, and the explosion that followed sent his insides everywhere, and pushed Goblins and Monsters alike all around.

A group of Bloody Zombies devoured a dozen Goblins, a Goblin Shaman threw a [Fireball] towards a group of Possessed Armors, calcinating and sending them back to the dead.

Ainz's eyes strayed from the carnage, and he used [Rabbit Ears] to improve his hearing, and he observed E-Rantel instead.

The fight not only ended in the planes, for his aggravation, many of the monsters could enter or appear within the city, Dripplers and Wandering Eyes entered by hundreds on the walls, some fought against the guards and others plummeted towards the soldiers and civilians on the ground. Columns of smoke, raised by the madness of the only Clown who managed to appear there, made the situation worse. Tenuously, Ainz could hear the terrified screams of all the civilians inside.

And while Jeff watched in horror, Albedo and Ainz looked with apparent indifference, the Overseer looked with a smirk on her lips at the unquestionably good fight as the entrance was then knocked down by the Clowns' bombs, and the huge column of monsters that Once tried to surround the Goblins changed direction and flowed into the city, raising by an eighth the volume of the screams.

Meanwhile, Momonga, within the shell that was Ainz, debated with him and Suzuki Satoru about what he should do. Sweating internally while his hand held the Staff tightly, and his orbs went out as he entered a deep discussion with himself.

'Fuck! That you go there and save those people! '

'No, it's dangerous, and the NPC's could start to question my decisions.'

'At least the villagers must be saved, I've spent items on them, however cheap they are, and they know me better.'

'And what if I use this situation to my advantage?'

It was sickening for Suzuki, to think something so vile, but Momonga and Ainz thought that if it meant that all sides (Nazarick and E-Rantel and the villagers of Carne Village) would be advantageous at the end of this night, so be it, and Ainz Ooal Gown, satisfied, connected his fingers with his temple...

And contacted Sebas.

'If this is the case in other places, I should contact Demiurge for the state of Nazarick as a precaution ... and I cannot be there, in E-Rantel, whether they are under attack or not, Nazarick is more important than this city ...'

[Sebas, excuse the sudden interruption, I hope you are not breaking into any important task.]

[On the contrary, Lord Momonga, what is it that you desire?]

Ainz was pleased by the quickness of the Butler, and he then resumed his seriousness and gave his orders.

[I have a mission for you and the Pleiades; the city of E-Rantel is under attack by the creatures of the night like the past night, we will save its citizens and to obtain information and fame in return through this event, I will order Aureole to open a portal to my current coordinates; your objectives are to keep the greatest number of survivors in the city until dawn, and to get rid of all the enemies that are inside the city.]

[Immediately Lord Momonga, I will order the Pleiades to prepare at this moment.]

[Very good, make it quick.]

He then broke the connection and contacted Demiurge, who, without preamble, said the following,

[Lord Momonga, foreign forces have penetrated the entrance of Nazarick and are currently on the 1st floor, Shalltear is taking care of them along with her Vampire Brides, I have prepared all the Floor Guardians present to any other situation.]

[Excellently done, Demiurge, your quick performance will be rewarded. I'll go to Nazarick myself in a few moments, I'm making several preparations.]

'Ah, this must be related to the Great Plan that the Supreme Being has created since that night ... Kukuku, as expected from Momonga-sama, his foresight has no limits!'

[Very good, Lord Momonga, we will soon await your return, if you allow me my imprudence, are you safe?]

Demiurge asked not because of distrust of Albedo's skills; he simply asked because, as the last Supreme Being, it was imperative to know at every moment of Lord Momonga's health. The fall of the magnanimous leader would shake and it would be the last straw that would spill the glass for all the citizens of Nazarick.

Eclair would be ruling an empty Tomb, if that were to happen.

Ainz broke a drop of sweat at the question, but he cleared his throat internally, and responded as the infallible leader he was.

[Of course, Demiurge, Albedo's skills as a protector are unequaled; there was not anything that has posed a threat to me all this day.]

'There, that should be enough.'

[Ah, excellent, then, Lord Momonga, I'll stop interrupting you, I see that Shalltear will need more objectives for the defense of her respective floor.]

And there the connection was cut, and if possible, Suzuki would deflate physically in relief. But his quiet fanfare did not last long, because then he decided to improve things directly for the defenders of E-Rantel.

Inflating himself with charisma, he then examined the battle in front of him, seeing how the undead outnumbered the Goblins, and they were beginning to be surrounded by the horde.

The battle was at a considerable distance from the walls of E-Rantel, and he saw the point where the climax of the battle was unfolding; hundreds of elite goblins against thousands of undead of all types, which, even, began to cause the appearance of Death Knights, Wailing Wraiths, and Eternal Deaths, and it was clear that they would lose this battle for now.

Something perfect for him, since contrary to authentic living beings, those were simple summons, despite if they were apparently the opposite. Therefore, he was willing to do the following.

Telegraphing his intentions to Albedo through a gesture of his hand that he intentionally allowed to be visible to the Guide, Ainz then levitated a considerable distance, accompanied by the Overseer and Guide until the three were almost floating above the battle.

Ainz then expanded his arms outward, the light of the Blood Moon reflecting on the Scepter of Ainz Ooal Gown and on Albedo's armor, filtering immaculately through the Mask of Envy, his voice was heard,

"On this night, all of them will be ... Dancing Mad,"

From his position, the enormous battle paid no attention to him or his two companions, Albedo felt the energy that was accumulating around him and the Scepter, preparing for another great strategy of the Supreme Being, while the Guide continued to see quiet and horrified, but he shifted his eyes in trepidation to the declaration of the Overlord. "Young Jeff, in the face of this aggravating situation, would you accept any radical decision to save the lives of those within the city?"

Even though he was going to do what he had in mind anyway, Ainz was willing to listen to the man's opinion.

The Guide, without questioning the nature of the question, frowned and looked conflicted, before saying, with little hesitation, "If you are going to do something ... then, whatever it is, save them, please,"

He nodded without turning his head, and replied, ominously, "Do not tell anymore, trust my judgment,"

From the beginning, when he knew that he could cast magic, Ainz knew what he could do, no, he could summon something ... destructive. And in this instance, his move could be considered effective, efficient, and, above all, powerful, in the eyes of the Guide, no matter how devastating it might be.

Albedo, who would not care who was going to die, would simply think that this was simply a step in the infinite plans of the Supreme Being. And so, it was, but not on such a grand scale as she thought. With his eyes shining cruelly, he then declared in a baritone and implacable voice, and aimed the Scepter towards the center of the battle ...

"[Maximized Magic] ... [Triplet Magic] ..."

The twisted golden Scepter began to shine with irrepressible power. The reddish gem that lay clinging to the jaws of the snake in the golden basket at the end of the scepter almost vibrated with excitement. And if Ainz could smile, he would have done it openly, and his voice then roared:

"... [Summon Spirit: Primal Fire Elemental]!"

And like a tornado of reds and oranges, a huge amount of fire emerged from the point where Ainz pointed, consuming all those within the area of effect, and then, the huge fireball was divided into three balls, each of the same size than the other, and these then morphed into the appearance of the intimidating and powerful elementals.

Ainz simply gave a command,

'Defend the entrance of the city, end the monsters and undead, leave the Goblins alive, but do not hesitate to kill them if they attack you.'

And the roar they released later resounded throughout the plain and forests, frightening the animals, and the fighters as well. And one of the Elementals; the one in the center, then made an inhalation movement, and then blew ferociously towards a group of undead, and the flame that came out of its mouth extended several meters away, roasting everything behind them.

While the battle was then jarred by such a great addition, Ainz looked proudly at his creations, Albedo was applauding jovially, breaking character on the side of the Overlord while she looked at the renewed butchery, and the Guide watched, stunned and captivated by the flames at everything. He glanced in disbelief at the sorcerer's beast beneath him.

'With that, the horde will be distracted from the city and will give enough time for the arrival of Sebas and the Pleiades.'

Ainz thought, before then his eyes could see something in the distance, a familiar silhouette, and he grumbled in slight annoyance.

"Apparently, we are not the only ones in this battle,"

Both Overseer and Guide turned to where the Overlord looked,

To see a solitary Soul Eater flying low over the forest, shooting itself when it saw the battle in front of it. The Guide was horrified and incredulous while Albedo hissed in disgust and disdain, Jeff was the one who exclaimed first, "How?! Corruption cannot spread so fast!"

Upon hearing this, Ainz asked curiously, "And how often it spread in your hometown, Guide?"

Hearing the Guide becoming frantic and anxious to see a Soul Eater here and now must be cause for concern, and confidence was not the nature of Suzuki Satoru in relation to things he did not know completely; example, Corruption.

'Although I remember it was not long since we left Carne for E-Rantel to see if the villagers were still alive ... is that why he is so worried?'

The Guide tried to recompose itself, and responded as best it could, "Corruption would last two weeks' maximum to get from Carne Village to here, the fact that a Soul Eater, which is a creature that does not move away from Corruption anymore than 100 meters appears here and now, means that it did not even last 5 hours to get here! " He stated worriedly, refusing to remove from his sight the Soul Eater that surrounded the battle, no doubt spreading his knowledge to the other creatures of Corruption.

"Is there no way to prevent it from spreading further?" Ainz asked, calmly on the outside as he thought wildly of any way to deflect greater threat to the city and to Nazarick ... until his orbs were intensely flared and his body tensed immediately.

"Yes, there is, as I said before, Druid magic is effective in stopping it ..."

"What should we use, specifically?"

And then, the portal, manifested as a [Gate] on the ground, finally appeared, and from there appeared Sebas and the Pleiades, all of them with their respective equipment for combat, and all three, although the Guide being later, came down to say hello to Butler and the Maids.

'If I find no way to stop it, then it will reach the Tomb and it will be possible for us to lose it ...'

Such a thing was unthinkable and at the same time terrifying to him, so it was a relief to hear the following.

"Sebas," Ainz nodded cordially, the gesture being returned with a joint inclination between the Maids, and the Butler himself. "You have arrived at an opportune moment," The Butler looked content by the comment, but then spoke briefly.

"Lord Momonga, if you will allow us, we will proceed with the mission,"

Ainz conceded, and then said, "You should go on foot, so as not to raise suspicions about how you got in the first place, about your identities, it would be better for you to keep your true identities hidden and use others… and your appearance too,"

"And besides ... refrain from alarming and ... killing the innocent citizens within the city, however," he then held up a finger, ignoring even the shouts inside E-Rantel and the battle a little away from them, and knocking down the diminutive disappointment of the most ... voracious of the Pleiades. "It will be highly probable that, due to their nature and race, their initial reaction will not be ... pleasant, so they can defend themselves properly, but do not overdo it, is that clear?"

They all nodded with their carefully professional expressions. Momonga was pleased with the true art work that his friends did of the Pleiades and Sebas, and by manifesting this pride through an assent, he then said, "Then go."

With the help of Sebas and the Pleiades, as well as the first impression of the citizens of E-Rantel being a positive one, the possibility of gaining more information, fame, and currency of this world would be bigger and, his goals easier to reach.

With a final nod and bow, Sebas and the Pleiades departed for E-Rantel, running with great speed as they easily traversed any monster that stood in their way, and Ainz knew that they would have no problem at all if they stayed together.

"Ainz-sama, if you'll allow me," Albedo commented carefully as he watched the group going towards the city, noticing how their training was perfectly calculated and the exquisite teamwork they did, she nodded internally in complacency, nothing less could be expected of them. "Why so much effort to save a city full of ... humans?"

She spat the word, hatefully, which made Suzuki uncomfortable, but Ainz then cleared his throat, and tried to disguise his response as the infallible and perfect being he was.

"Albedo, you should know, I do not do this out of simple generosity, I'm not of that nature,"

'That's something I had to get used to in less than a month,' he thought bitterly, but then he went on,

"However, this has a goal, my comrades can be around this whole world, and it is my goal to find them and take them back to Nazarick, through this city, I can have a solid influence on the continent; that's why I decided to change my name to Ainz Ooal Gown, so they know, I'm here, "

There he finished, looking at the Succubus while crossing his fingers internally, praying to everything divine and powerful that he has not seemed like an idiot in front of her.

Albedo, predictably, was completely amazed, and completely overwhelmed by the complete generosity if the Supreme Being. After so many years, after being abandoned by the other Supreme Beings, including its creator, Tabula Smaragdina ... he is so kind and loyal to keep looking for those who have left him alone to carry the heavy burden that was leading Nazarick, despite being him the more appropriate for the task.

In that place and then, Albedo prayed with infinite passion that she would follow this man, this perfect Being until death, she would serve with all the dedication that her body and mind could provide, and no matter what her objective, she would fulfill it, in his name.

"Guide," Ainz then spoke, and asked urgently, "Are there immediate strategies to prevent the spread of Corruption, or are there not?"

To Ainz's logic, the Guide understood the feeling, finding familiarity in it with the Terrarian, and answered seriously, although the content of his response was the most absurd there was.

"Although it will not stop its advance completely the sunflowers are very useful to prevent it from spreading further."

There was a pulse of silence. Ainz's lower jaw gaped slightly as he looked blankly at the Guide, while Albedo had a genuinely confused and at the same time enraged expression behind her helmet, and she was quick to manifest her rage, "If you think this is fun, I'm going to - "

"No, believe me, I'm telling you seriously," Noting the Succubus's palpable killing intent, the man raised his hands placidly, his eyes widened at [Ginnungagap] as he began to sweat copiously.

Ainz, ignoring the quarrel of the two, giggled with Momonga and Suzuki hysterically inside his skull while trying to process what he was hearing, and he simply, in the end, placed his hand on the mask, as if he wanted to pinch his frown, a gesture that It made the Guide more nervous.

Relieving him of his despair, Ainz calmed Albedo with a gesture of his hand and a few words, and although reluctant not to kill the Guide, she remained silent, while the man looked at him quietly. And Ainz then asked, "Is that all?" as he began to bring his fingers back to his temple.

The assent of the Guide was the necessary catalyst so that Ainz then contacted the male twin of the Fiore.

[Mare.]

The unexpected message almost made the poor elf drop the book he had in his hands, and with a nervous and surprised voice, he answered back. [Y-Yes! Lord Momonga!]

[Are you and Aura well? Are they safe?] He thought worriedly, willing to use [Gate] himself to go to Nazarick in the blink of an eye. But the answer he got relieved him right away.

[Y- Yes, of course! Nee-chan and I are together with Shalltear defending the 1st floor, but it is they who are fighting, I am just here as support.] At this, Ainz then hummed, unconcerned about any possibility of Aura being hurt, thanks to Shalltear, the first wildcard he would use to prove the power of any unknown enemy was slaughtering low-level undead.

But nevertheless…

[Oh? How is your progress? I trust that they have not come across any harmful novelty ...]

[Ah! No no! They are fine, the enemies are very weak, but they come in large quantities, b-but that is not something that the Supreme Being should worry about ...]

[Mare, being your enemies weak or not, the state of your sister, Shalltear, and yourself are imperative for me to know.] Ainz commented, not abruptly, but with a slightly firm tone that erased any thought of him dismissing the health of his subordinates.

'Uwah, Momonga-sama is so kind ...'

[Anyway,] Ainz then cleared his throat lightly, and then spoke, [I need your presence with me, I'll ask Aureole to open a portal to my position, and I'll explain what is happening when you reunite with me.] An explosion from one of the Elementals happened in the distance, illuminating the three while they watched almost captivated by the festival of lights in front of them, unnoticed of all that, Mare nodded, [M-Mhm!]

[Very well then, I look forward to your arrival.]

And breaking the connection, Ainz turned to Albedo, and with an apologetic voice, he said, "Sorry we must spend so much time outside, Albedo, but I cannot keep calm in front of all this news ..."

Albedo was quick to interject, and assured the Overlord, "A-Ah, no! Nothing to worry about, Ainz-sama, seeing you so passionate about Nazarick's safety and your power in all its splendor has been more than enough ... "

"More than enough to resist killing our partner, right?" Ainz asked a little sardonically, chuckling when he saw the embarrassed drooping of shoulders from Albedo and the alarmed face of the guide, and then behind him, a portal opened.

'All this is changing me,' Ainz thought with a bit of melancholy, before then strengthening himself, 'But it's necessary.'

"All right then, come on, we must be quick with the Corruption situation," was the last thing he said before turning around before walking near the portal, where Mare then went out and knelt reverently, Guide, again, was surprised by the magic show, while Albedo fell more and more in love with the charisma of his beloved.

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On the other hand, towards the North of the Re-Estize Kingdom, contrary to the Theocracy, as a sad ironic move of destiny, the Republic of Argland suffered the same predicament as its long-lived rivals ... except, it was not at the elusive and decadent hands of Corruption, they suffered something much, much worse, for human standards.

Extending slowly, like a gelatinous wave that covered in wet scarlet and turned into bone everything that touched, the Crimson, contrary to Corruption, took its time 'evolving', and assimilating the new ways of life of the New World ...

Bears with their ribs protruding from a thick and hairless skin, Basilisks that obtained the agility of the Herplings and the viscosity of a Slimer, Demi-humans turned into amalgams and ... bodily horrors contrary to their normal counterparts, Heteromorphs that were reduced to bloody and thirsty beasts of their very blood ... and that of others.

Slowly, the Crimson progressed with the same rhythm of the Bloody Moon, the Crimwolfs, Werewolfs dyed by the Crimson, howled gutturally with distorted voices, the Face Monsters cackled and roared tortuously, singing graciously, cheating their true appearance and nature, the Floatie Grosses took their ethereal appearances as they floated unnoticed amidst the chaos that brought the Crimson's fearsome strength ...

And they attacked the city next to the Dragon Council that night.

Contrary to Corruption, the Crimson, a counterpart that was forced to grow, to adapt to survive, which unlike its 'sister' who consumed everything simply for the sake of killing, had to consume in harmony with the way in which the non-tinted creatures were born... and then be eaten by itself.

But now, it growth was slow, and its strength waned, so the Crimson sent all his forces to the Capital of the Republic of Argland, unleashing the biggest battle at that time.

Think of it as a slow and restless siege ... and coupled with the monsters that appeared with the Bloody Moon ... the Crimson had the opportunity to surround the city, to harass its defenders with their Floatie Grosses with spooky verses sung with their captivating voices, to torment them with the appearance of their Crimeras with their eerie appearance and erratic and hostile behavior ...

Little by little the Capital of Argland began to decay with the simple tactic of the Crimson; penetrate the mental barriers of their minds, as dictated by the Brain. And this same monster appeared in front of the Capital.

Each of the tactics and strategies that the Argland Generals applied was quickly overridden by the Cthulhu's Brain; the greatest and most intelligent mind in existence. Each one of their patterns was learned with the only movement that it needed; reading their minds.

Everything they thought, every frivolous or important thought of those who inhabited the city was processed and kept in the immense banks that was the photographic memory of the intellectual organ.

So it was not much until finally, fed up with its passivity, it sent its Creepers to penetrate the entrance, and commanded with complete authority over the creatures to devour that city. And all the creatures did, and under the light of the Moon, the proud Republic crumbled in just 3 hours of a siege, of which simply the first 2 were necessary for the enemy to gather their troops.

Little by little the non-human citizens of Argland were 'converted' to the Crimson, such as Face Monsters, Floaty Gross, or a new species of monster for the ranks of the fleshy cancer, and it was not long until almost half of the Capital was conquered, just with several setbacks where the Soldiers and natural warriors of the Demi-humans covered corners and important points of the city.

Important points and corners that were completely penetrated by the always triumphant Brain and its horde of Creepers.

And then, a notification of exactly 43 Creepers notified it about a winged silhouette in the coordinates, distances and exact point where it was approaching. And the Brain simply teleported to another place, seeing as then a Dragon, a huge one with multicolored scales to add, it turned instantly when noticing that its opponent was no longer there, and opened its mouth to then fire a ray of fire towards the Brain.

It simply responded by sending its Creepers without concern, and after the huge explosion (from which it was unharmed) it sent more of its servants to the dragon.

And the Brain perceived exactly two more presences, both approaching to apply a pincer attack.

Which again it canceled teleporting itself, and taking the initiative this time, used its Creepers to pile up both Dragons ... and mentally attacked them.

Apparently, the move was unexpected, and almost took them by surprise, but the Dragons, being one reddish (the Brain scored this detail to keep its body) and another that looked like a mound of earth slammed their mental defenses, growling menacingly to the pile of floating gray matter in front of them.

And in the end, being accurate in twenty-seven probabilities, another Dragon appeared, more enormous than all the others, and its scales were completely whitish.

Unlike the first three, this one was saw as an annoyance, and the Brain, although unable to communicate at present with these Dragons to make them bow to the magnificence of their core telepathically, manifested their presence.

Which caused many beneath them to fall into madness, but the Dragons were unaffected by it, but they were upset by the other casualties. Growling, the Red Dragon flew at it with surprising speed, but again, the Brain teleported, and predicting the move, used its Creepers to attack the Red and repel the Platinum attack simultaneously.

It summoned more of its servants and threw them at the four, looking listlessly as they burned their Creepers with continuous bursts of fire.

"We do not have an opportunity to use Wild Magic," Earth's growled, and before the curious term, the Brain saved that for further search when it killed all these beings, including those below.

"It is unnecessary, if we surpass its servers and attack it among all of us we will defeat it," the Red boasted, and the Brain was unaffected by this implausible probability, the chance of that happening would be only and exclusively if there were triple of them, which was not currently possible. However, it did not want to say that, finding it more satisfying to break the drive of those Dragons, until leaving them as mounds of scales, wings and flesh.

The Platinum Dragon Lord sharpened his eyes, tumultuous to what he saw, where did this – those creatures come from?

'Rigrit, I hope you're in a safe place tonight.' He thought before preparing himself against the enormous Brain along with his comrades, returning to experience a feeling of anxiety and emotion that he did not think would re-emerge from the period of the Eight Greed Kings.

And in a clash of incredible powers, roaring, the Dragon Lords plummeted against the Brain and its hundreds of Creepers, the gigantic silhouettes eclipsing the light of the Moon, and echoing their impact miles away ...

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