A/N: Some of you were unhappy with the chapters length, but I'm a busy guy with my published works, however I'm feeling lazy, about to start on some editing work, which I really don't want to do today. So I figured I'd spend some time and crack out another Overlord/Dingirverse chapter before I get sucked into that long-ass grind. So enjoy.
OVERLORD X DINGIRVERSE X DIABLO 2
THIS TIME AINZ, YOU ARE NOT ALONE
CHAPTER SIX
BLACK WINGED ANGEL VS WHITE WINGED ANGELS
As the intruders drew closer, Momonga and Obsidian could see that the armour was completely different, rather than the medieval-like armour worn by the initial attackers, these wore partial steel armour and hardened leather, suitable for riding, with much of the defence focused on the torso, their faces were exposed or wore helmets with a wide opening to allow clear view of their surroundings. The armour was vaguely similar to old adventurer/soldier armour from those ancient 21st century anime. All of them carried a two handed sword strapped to their waists, a short bow and quiver on their backs, and roughly a third also had long spears to deal with cavalry.
They were soldiers rather than knights, but they were much stronger than the ones from earlier, even so, they were unbelievably weak. They varied between level 10 and level 15. The soldiers slowed as they drew closer, weapons ready, but not threateningly, which was the main reason Momonga didn't nuke them with an area effect spell.
At the head of their formation was an older man, well late thirties, but at least 10 years older than the rest of his men. He was also level 50; both Supreme Beings scanned him with a higher level spell, and saw that he had three combat job classes, each connecting into the other; Fighter, Mercenary, and Champion. Was this a lower level player? Unlikely, as he would have only just arrived. But if he was a resident of this world, then he was by far more powerful than the masses, at least those seen thus far.
The riders stopped about twenty meters away; Gazef regarded the four that awaited him. An elderly villager, possibly the Chief if he was here to greet them, next to him was a very tall magic caster wearing an unusual red mask; his garb was very gaudy and exaggerated, but thrummed with power, likely very powerful magical items.
Next to the masked one, but standing a short distance back, indicating a subordinate, was a woman in full black armour with a horned helmet. She carried a large axe-like weapon so top heavy that Gazef doubted that he could even lift it. The woman gave off a very dark feeling that made him nervous, but he hid it behind his usual stoic bearing.
The last was another man, tall, but not to the extent of the mage. He wore a simple shirt and trousers, but the cut and style was vaguely similar to what noblemen wore, rather than the common style, however he wore it un-tucked and casual, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Of the two unknowns, he was the only one whose face was shown. Mid to late twenties, Gazef guessed, grey eyed, black haired, a small moustache and tuft of hair beneath his lip, impeccably trimmed and styled, in contrast to his clothing. He didn't give off a magical or dangerous aura, but his bearing was one of absolute confidence, even the King in his prime didn't exude such confidence.
Gazef gestured to his soldiers and approached them alone, a sign of good faith, as he could see some of the buildings were burnt, many doors were kicked in, and blood stains on the earth if he strained his vision. A battle had taken place here, and recently. Once he was closer, Gazef noticed the last man had many old burns on his face, splattered marks, as though from working too close with oil or on a forge, his hands and forearms had much worse burns, something unusual to see on even a very clumsy blacksmith. Originally Gazef had thought the man to be a fallen noble, but that was unlikely, men of means did not engage in hard and dangerous work that left them scarred and disfigured…Then there was the strong, yet somehow empty aura the man exuded. (This was due to Obsidian hiding his angelic and chaos energies.)
"My name is Gazef Stronoff, the Royal Head Warrior," he called out. Only the villager reacted, one of surprise, the masked mage glanced to the villager, likely taking in his reaction. The other two did not react at all, continuing to observe him with a stoicism he almost envied. They definitely weren't citizens of his country, which wasn't an issue unless they were enemies. But despite the danger they exuded, Gazef's instincts told him that wasn't the case.
Gazef stood before them, and the man then confirmed to be the village chief, explained his position as the strongest warrior and direct protector of the king of Re-Estize to the other three. The woman quietly scoffed, but Gazef ignored it, he couldn't blame her, as strange as it was to acknowledge, the three of them were much stronger than him. "Oh…" said the mage, sounding interested, and his tone suggesting as one strategically minded, or naturally curious, as for the burned man, he merely quirked an eyebrow.
"I am here to handle the numerous attacks on villages in this area," Gazef explained. "I see some damage to your village, have you already been attacked?" he then enquired politely of the Chief.
"That is the case, many of us were killed," the Chief admitted, before gesturing to Momonga. "But thanks to Ainz-dono, he killed the majority of them and the rest fled."
"I'm truly sorry for not arriving," Gazef apologised, lowering his head to the chief, before doing the same to Momonga. "And thank you for helping them…Ainz-dono, was it?" he inquired.
"Ah, yes!" the deep voice mage chuckled good naturedly. "We never did our half of the introductions," he patted his chest with a gauntlet. "I am Ainz Ooal Gown, I have been isolated from the world to practice my craft, however I found myself feeling a curiosity to wander, and by good fortune I saw the attack on this village and was able to stop it before everyone was killed."
"That is fortunate indeed, save that your actions were needed in the first place."
"Agreed," Momonga nodded. "This lovely lady is my aide, and acting bodyguard, Albedo." The armoured Succubus barely inclined her head, and said nothing, not surprising given that she hated humans, as did the majority of Ainz Ooal Gown NPCs. "This is…" Momonga paused for a brief instant. Obsidian was hiding his true form, as was he, and he had already given the Chief an alias, or rather Obsidian's human name, as he hadn't trusted his naming sense for something Obsidian may need to use for an extended period. "…Marcus Slade, my friend." Simple, to the point, Momonga would allow Obsidian to invent the details of his disguise if needed.
The warrior captain shook Obsidian's hand when he offered it, and winced at the vice-like grip. 'Good Gods!' he silently cried, extracting slightly stiff fingers, a normal person's hand, heck if anyone but him had shaken the burned man's hand, they'd have had their bones shattered and flesh squished to a pulp. This Marcus didn't even look like he had tried to hurt him; he looked relaxed, calm, not hint of mockery, as many men did when they tried to overpower another man in a contest of grip strength and won.
"Good to meet you, Marcus-dono," Gazef said, glad he had not shown any pain on his face, and resisting the urge to rub his hand.
"Marcus will suffice for you; I hear enough honorifics as it is already, Gazef." The burned man replied with a hint of mocking self-deprecation. Oh? Perhaps his original guess hadn't been too far from the truth in regards to this man.
"As you wish."
After that the Chief invited them into the village on the condition that they kept apart from his fellow villagers and keep their weapons sheathed, a reasonable request. He then went apart with the chief and Ainz-dono into the chief's home, where they discussed the incident in detail, along with the belief that the men wore the armour of another nation, but were most likely from the Slane Theocracy, who had been dealing with certain rebellious nobles as of late. This was confirmed soon after when angel summons accompanied by magic casters of the six scriptures.
Ultimately Gazef and his men would lure away the enemy, who were likely after him rather than random villages at the border. Now it made sense to Gazef why the nobles had insisted he not take the sacred treasures he normally wore for battle beyond their borders, the nobles had set him up to die. His second in command had been right, but neither could he ignore the suffering of those villages that had been destroyed just to lure him. 'Unforgivable!'
Before they left however, Ainz-dono gave him a small totem, able to fit within the palm of his hand, insisting he bring it with him. There was magic in it, he not what kind, but it would be foolish to refuse it. As he passed Marcus, he swore he saw a brief black glow, but it was gone before he could confirm. Gazef and his riders fled, and the encirclement of angels and mages followed.
Once they were gone, Momonga turned his attention to his Fallen Angel companion. "You placed quite a few spells on Gazef and his men."
"I did," Obsidian affirmed.
"Why?" Momonga asked, he thought his plan was sufficient.
"You're losing touch with yourself if you're saying that, those soldiers' bear some responsibility, but their also willing to throw their lives away to help these humans. Most people back home were dull, broken, and selfish, I can't help but reward them for being better than the standard I know," Obsidian replied with smile.
Momonga sighed.
"Well then, shall we go watch the show?"
"I will summon back the Death Knight to watch the villagers first; it will provide them some comfort while we resolve this nonsense."
"Good idea."
(Scene change: battlefield)
(Body Strengthening)
(Enhanced Magic Resistance)
Gazef immediately used these two martial arts to improve his muscles and magic resistance. This fight was going to be a rough one. His men had shot arrows and thrown spears as they charged the enemy, but either the angels themselves, or the mages spellcraft protected them.
Magic rained down upon him, he skilfully avoided them horseback. Until one of the angels drove into him, killing his horse, a passing soldier reached for him as he hit the ground, but another angel stabbed at him with a spear of light, and he was forced to draw his broadsword and fight back. He easily parried the spear and cut into its narrow torso, but it was like cutting into armour, not flesh, then its body began to heal, actually pushing his sword from the wound. He leapt back, avoiding the spear that narrowly missed him.
(Focused Battle Aura)
A red glow ran down his blade, he swung, properly grounding himself for the resistance. The sword now imbued to cut through resistances, and as sharp as the much touted 'magic swords,' Gazef cut the angel in two. His men cheered as they struggled to fight the angels while avoiding a bombardment of spells. The angel's body vanished in motes of golden light, one down.
"Angels, focus on Gazef, kill him!" ordered the blonde mage at the rear of the group besides a larger four winged angel. Several angels abandoned fights and attacked him as a group.
(Instant Counter)
He began slicing through the angels before any of them could land a hit, perfectly timed counters thanks to his martial art skill. He then kicked off the ground so he was surrounded by them in the air.
(Flow Acceleration)
Gazef's nerves sped up, his mind and body straining, but now he could move faster. He span like a spintop, his sword a whirlwind of death, swiftly cutting down several more angels.
As he fell to the ground, he saw his men retreating as the focus was on him, all part of the plan, there was no sense in letting them die when they could report the nobles treachery and involvement of the Slane Theocracy.
In another time and place, his men would have ignored his orders and returned to die with their leader rather than abandon him. But as soon as they turned back, they were hit with a wide area Sleep spell, and slumped in their saddles. The horses then slowed to a halt, puzzled.
High in the sky was a six winged angel, feathers black as night. Obsidian placed a few barrier spells around the horses and unconscious riders. His buffering spells had stopped them taking much damage in the earlier brawl with the lesser angels. Mere Arc Angel Flames, barely a step up from the weakest variety of his race. "Well then, it's nearly time for Momonga's debut."
Back at the battlefield…
(Four Fold Slash of Light)
Gazef yelled out the name of his martial art as four separate arcs of light flashed before four angels, and yet again they dissolved into motes of golden light.
Several more attack spells hit him and send the Head Warrior sprawling. His defensive magicks were not enough, and then there were his increasing injuries, and strain costs from boosting his mind, speed, and muscles. However Gazef noticed that his body seemed sturdier than usual and the wounds stopped bleeding very quickly. One of the two had placed buffering spells upon him, he was sure of it. Whatever the case, he was thankful for the opportunity, he might not need to die here to buy time for everyone to escape.
"Summon more angels, immediately!" ordered their leader again, an arrogant smirk on his face.
'I need to kill him and the summoners if I have any chance of success,' Gazef thought. He charged at them, dodging the angels, focusing on those in the back. However it wouldn't be that simple. Many spells began bombarding him, he must have slowed down, and the angels stabbed and slashed him as he stumbled about, and though Gazef easily cut them down in retaliation, the blood loss and wounds would be what defeated him.
He collapsed on his back minutes later, after stabbing the last angel in the face with an arrow from his quiver. His sword lay a short distance away.
"S-Summon more angels!" their leader demanded, not expecting a single human to put up this much of a fight. Some of his weaker mages struggled to do so, they were low on MP. However another dozen angels appeared nevertheless. "Kill him!"
"Rain of Dark Angel!" shouted a deep voice, echoing across the distance.
Instantly many black spears rained from the sky, skewering the newly summoned angels, and before they could even hit the ground, lightning from a suddenly cloudy sky followed, vaporising what was left.
"W-What was that?" stuttered Nigun, the blonde scar faced leader of their forces. These angels were of the second and third tier, nobody should be able to kill a whole squad of them in a single spell, additionally his talent made holy magic and angel summons much stronger, and yet they still died. Even the massively skilled Gazef hadn't been able to kill them until he stacked many martial arts skills atop one another.
Gazef who was looking up at the time began to laugh at the sight that hovered in the sky, an angel, he couldn't see its features, but it was wearing brilliant black and red armour, with exaggerated edges and spikes, with six black wings on its back. "One ridiculous thing after another," Gazef muttered before losing consciousness. When he did, he was teleported via Momonga's gift to where his men were. Several Death Knights stood guard, just in case. The spells that Obsidian cast continued to boost vitality and healing, and despite his severe injuries, Gazef and his men would barely have a scratch on them by the time they awoke.
When Nigun asked his question, Momonga and Albedo teleported to the battlefield, taking pleasure in their stunned faces, after all another angel had attacked them, and not a mere summon. They had already learned from Gazef that the Slane Theocracy was an extremely religious country, similar to Catholics of old. Imagine if a priest of our world was to be attacked by the very angels they worshipped, amusing right?
"A black winged angel?" Nigun gasped, now seeing it. "A-An angel attacked us?" He stepped forward, and angrily yelled up to Obsidian. "We are servants of the gods, how dare you attack us, we were sent to purge this country."
And then the angel spoke, "You came here to harm humanity for political gain, this is unacceptable, you are not followers of faith, but soldiers of faux-military indoctrination." The black winged raised a black, intricate staff, inlaid with silver and pointed it at the Principality of Observation, the four winged angel responded with a screeching sound and pointed with its own golden staff. "I do not serve your gods, but one that rules over death, the ultimate God!" Both angels fired a concentrated beam of light at each other, one tainted, and the other pure. The attacks collided, and the tainted light one easily erased the pure one.
"You serve other gods…stronger than ours? Impossible!" Fear pounded through Nigun's heart, and he could tell his men were no better as his strongest summon was erased. He still had the sealed angel, but he didn't have faith it could win. The sheer power of the dark, yet holy energy which surrounded the black winged angel surpassed any concept of power he had seen or believed possible.
"That is indeed the case, for Obsidian serves me!" boomed a deep and charismatic voice that covered the battlefield.
Nigun's gaze was drawn to the masked robed man, who stood beside a woman in horned armour. Nigun soiled himself at this point as a blue and silver aura engulfed the man…no god! It was so power, just absolute power, and while it lacked the vileness of the angel, its sheer amount was much greater.
Momonga removed his mask, showing his skeletal face, they screamed. Momonga laughed, raising the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. "Greetings people of the Slane Theocracy, I am Ainz Ooal Gown, now pray to your gods, as you won't meet them again, as your death is mine!" Black mist and numerous magic circles surrounding. It was death magic.
"Maximize Magic…"
"Please, no!" Nigun screamed, activating the crystal, Momonga paused, but when he saw it was a mere mid-tier angel, a Dominion of Authority, he continued the spell, even as they all ran screaming.
"How disappointing, but perhaps you know things I want to know, but for now, experience the chilling death you wrought upon innocent villagers!" Momonga roared.
The black mist overtook the fleeing mages, crawling up their legs, immediately their limbs lost their heat and became numb, as for the Dominion of Authority, it crumbled into dust with a similar shriek to the last angel as it died, and now Nigun knew why. It was the knowledge that death was a certainty, no matter their meagre resistances.
"Oh, gods!"
"Help me!"
"No!"
"Please spare me!"
"Maximize Magic: Swamp of Death!"
The mist engulfed them completely, and they died.
The church who had been watching with observation magic, had been repelled once Obsidian first attacked due to Momonga's counteracting field spells. Merely knowing that their lackeys were as good as dead, after sensing magic that rivaled their strongest agent. It was best to stay away from Re-Estize for now.
CHAPTER END
Next chapter: CARNE FORTRESS
A/N: I changed things quite a bit here, but expect a lot more of that going forward. Have a great evening, and if you like my fanfictions, check out my published books, comics, manga, and light novels. Later!
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