Well, this is unexpected. I really was expecting to see a lot of fanboys raging about this and enjoy their tears. However, after seeing all these comments I decided to get serious and give some consistence to the story.
Now about the answers:
Helkil: well… not really. To become a god in 40k you need to be made of warp, be a concept or idea and have lots (and I mean millions) of worshippers. Ainz is equal in some things, but being equal to an outerversal being? I don't think so.
Jigentou: thanks. It was your comment that made me consider taking this seriously. I had originally planned to make it short so I can continue with my other fics in my other account. That is one reason why I made Solomon a radical.
UndeadLord22: TBH Nazarick could defend against a regiment for their strength lays inside with all their traps and confined space. There, IG cannot make use of leman russ's or baneblades. It's when the space marines enter that things can get bad for Ainz. Astartes may not be as strong as guardians, but their weapons can damage them and their combat speed is considered hypersonic in the lore. And those are without counting astartes of 1th & 2th companies or chapter masters.
Crafttyomg: Ainz can gain power by joining chaos or making a deal with Tau, his idea of utopia match with the greater good of the Tau.
Hero600: even if he gathers enough power it would need centuries to get out of that planet. Must admit, with the blueberries he can get an agreement. But I don't think his guardians are gonna be happy with the greater good.
Muratira: I think things got cleared in the inbox…
Chaosconetic: yeah, sure about that. Next chapter we will get the first taste of defeat for Ainz. About the books, Eiesnhorn books are pretty good.
Guest 1: astartes are slower but their reaction speed is stated in the nanoseconds and their combat speed for hypersonic.
Lukas: thanks, I will work further on this.
Guest 2: I found the first fanboy.
Guest 2: death knights are considered strong, but their defenses can be easily ripped by most astartes. Death knights can rollstomp over hundreds of quagoa like a tank, but astartes can do that too. In lore, an astartes held a pillar over his back while other 2 astartes were fighting. Yeah, lasguns are not that powerful, still, they have the power of a .50 snipper riffle. And I agree with most bolters not being able to damage ainz. But I know some patterns that can do it, like the psybolt rounds, vengeance rounds and flux rounds. Psybolts would be nightmare for Ainz.
Guest 3: some deal with chaos gods could give ainz more power. I won't give spoilers here. But if ainz were able to get his hands over some books of 40k, he certainly would be scared and would end shutting himself and all guardians inside the tomb. I certainly would be scared AF if I know orks or necron exists. Yeah, they just give the lazy argument of the instant death spells of ainz. I'm sure true death would not affect astartes, or even fucking frieza.
InternalFire: looks like it. It surprised me, I was expecting some fanboy saying bullshit, but well, I think people is expecting some good story about this. Well beta and alpha can stop time, it is considered that some psykers of gamma level or delta level can slow/time for the nature of the warp being problematic. Yeah, I know 40k is one of the strongest, but not THE STRONGEST they still doesn't have an omnipotent level god. However, we see how anime fanboys can get far more annoying than others, I like overlord, but must admit it is getting predictable. I'm sure we will get another "ainz indirectly saves some random character with problems, makes his sasuga and wins another nation"
Lame: so, we can get ainz stomping everything but when we get something that can certainly hurt him is prohibited? Darkseid and thanos level? Do you know what these dudes can do with no IG or antilife ecuation? I know why I did this, fucking overfags are so annoying. I saw it in "god of a new world" were fanboys were talking shit about the author and the story. I saw it in "age of overlords" for overfags don't being able to understand that age of sigmar is in another level compared to overlord. And I saw it in "pity the guardsmen" deleted for overfags attacking the author. A primarch, even Guilliman could easily kill albedo, they fight and defeat greater daemons and have a lot of psychic powers. In lore they have shown feats far greater than any guardian. So, let's see what bullshit they try to say now.
Dagon Fell: you mean the avatars of khaine that can fight toe to toe with greater daemons able to easily destroy worlds with few attacks? Also, the same avatars that have been easily killed in the lore? A blood angel's chaplain killed one by himself, papasmurf killed another even easier and fulgrim snapped its neck (even if the avatar doesn't have a neck) but still ainz is not equal to an avatar.
Guest 4: well, I'm pretty sure that if touch-me returns and sees what Nazarick has become he will surely end like Guilliman after reawakening.
[X]
Warhammer 40k and overlord belong to their respective owners.
Dragon lords are truly beings of power. Ancient an wise. So many centuries growing to the point of being able to destroy nations with ease. Such was a being like Tsandurus, also called the Platinum dragon lord.
He had fought against powerful beings. The 8 greed kings. The demon lords of ancient. Other dragon lords that were nearly equal to him.
Now, the time he had waited for was near.
He sensed something, not the being that would arrive soon. Instead was a friendly presence. Again, a friend who was now trying again to stealth her way towards him. However, He had not time for this. Time was dire and he needed to accomplish his mission with haste.
"Rigrit. This is not the time for games."
The person he spoke to revealed. An old woman of advanced age walked towards him. Clearly disappointed for the words of the dragon lord.
"When did you become so boring, Tsar?"
She still has the spirit of a child. So many years and she still was so full of energy.
"Games ended many years ago. Must I remind you that now we have a player walking on this world? However, it was not for him I called you again. No, I need a favor, a last wish before I die…"
"What are you talking about? Dragons don't die, or at least, they don't die at such young age as you." Rigrit Said with some concern.
Tsar only laughed a little remembering old memories of long ago.
"What would you say if I tell you I have lived for millennia?"
"That you are certainly old." Rigrit Said while laughing.
"Yes, that is right. However, I can tell you that I have seen things that you wouldn't believe."
Tsar looked at the sky. He saw the stars. So many beautiful lights that had died long time ago.
"Millennia ago, The gods walked among us…"
"Yeah, I know. The six great gods. Everyone knows about them."
"No. they are not gods. They never would be able to be equal to them, not even the eight greed kings or this sorcerer king. The gods were truly supreme, I never knew how many of them there were, but that didn't mattered. They are the ones who created this world. They made this planet for their caprice. Creating and destroying, giving life and giving dead. They molded everything, from the mountains to the seas, from the dragons to the goblins. They played with this world until they were satisfied. For them, for the Old ones, life was just a word. Then one day, they said they were done, said this place had accomplished its task. And they left. They gone to the stars. They teached us, about the stars, about the planets, about the galaxy. They gave knowledge to us, the dragons, to give it to their Childs until they were ready."
Tsar's face showed rage and sorrow, bad memories had come to him, memories that he wanted to forget, but saving the truth was his role.
"But when the 8 greed kings arrived… they destroyed all that knowledge. In their madness they burned everything. Only the six gods were able to share the vision of the Old ones. They helped me to fight against the kings, and even if we defeated them, the damage was done."
Tsar looked at his friend. "However. When everything ended. We still had one thing that had been left by the Old ones. A book. A tome full of knowledge about so powerful magic. Anyone who gets a hold over that book would be able to rule this world. It was not affected by the foul world item that the greed kings used, so, still has spells that use the very nature of the warp."
Rigrit listened to this. She still was trying to comprehend what her friend had just said. So many things and so powerful beings. But still she had one question.
"The time passed." Tsar continued. "For five thousand years I protected the book, even while the greed kings tried to destroy it. Then, three hundred years ago, they arrived. The ones who said to be children of the Old ones. They told us about their god. The laughter god. He told to his followers who had arrived here that the book had to be taken to the black library. But they also said that the dark gods would try to get that book too and they would corrupt this world created by the Old ones. They then told me, they would return. When the world is close to its end they would get back and would be that time when we will have accomplished our mission."
Rigrit was concerned. If all those words were true, then that means…
"You are right, Rigrit. The world is close to its end. You have seen it. Corruption has plagued the nations, magic has become dangerous and even the servants of the ruinous powers have appeared."
From the ground something raised. It was a table surrounded by a force field of arcane nature. Legends say that only the pure ones could be able to pass through the field and take the book. Rigrit moved her hand and toke the book, it was simply beautiful. Layers of precious minerals adorned the cover. Gemstones of untold power surrounded the book. The sheets were made of gold with words written with an unknown material. Even when she opened it, it radiated such power she shuddered hold it. She could have taken its power, to rule the world. But this was her promise. She had to accomplish this. After hearing the words of her friend, she now knew how little she was and how big and important was this book.
Something broke through the window. Thousands of crystal fragments shattered and with them something came. The very air got cold and the foul stench of chaos filled the place. Rigrit turned, and saw a being so horrendous she almost could keep her eyes opened in front of such creature. A being that looked like a bird and parts of dragon. Between its hands was a staff fueled with warp energy. The being looked at Tsar and grinned with its foul mouth.
"this is the guardian of the Book of ten thousand spells? And I tough I would find a real opponent. Such a disappointment."
The dragon lord activated some kind of rune and a portal opened.
"Now! It won't hold for much time. Go, find the Harlequins. They will tell you what to do."
The Daemon attacked. Tsar responded and liberated a breath of plasma that engulfed the foul being. The lord of change moved its staff and a field of energy deflected the plasma. It reached its wretched claw and caught Tsar's serpentine neck. The dragon nailed his fangs trying to tear the flesh of the greater daemon. But this shook it off and with unnatural strength crushed the neck of the dragon lord. Tsar's paralyzed body felt over the floor. The greater daemon of Tzeentch raised its staff and pierced the heart of the dragon lord, killing the last of its kind.
When the daemon looked again trying to find the book, it discovered it was gone, along with the old woman.
[X]
Solomon Bane dropped on the border of this so called Baharuth empire. Such a pitiful place. He had seen cities bigger than this country. So primitive, so weak, and with heretics.
He walked along the streets disguised with his cloak. Two of his interrogators accompanied him. This was the capital of this nation, Arwintar, the only place in the country where the roads were paved and some kind of civilization could be found. The only thing the inquisitor had appreciated of this place was the lack of xenos. Of course, that was until he saw the slaves.
Servitors were the 'slaves' of the imperium. Criminals that had sold their fates and now had to serve as mindless cyborgs for the rest of their lives. They couldn't feel anything again, for some; this was some kind of mercy. For a servitor would never feel pain or feelings. They were essentially dead.
But seeing human slaves would never frighten him much, some worlds of imperium still practiced this primitive habit. However The thing that was in front of his eyes was a crime that any arbiter would find guilty of immediate execution.
Slavers were selling their gods, men, women and some children. However, not all of them were humans. There was a group of goblins that were being checked and considered to buy. An ogre was following its new owner and even a group of female 'eldars' were being groped and their bodies revised, it felt like a pleasure cult that was even dealing with xenos.
However, his work was not to kill them. Tough, he really wanted to do it. He needed first to contact the ruler of this country and get enough info. Then he would order an orbital bombardment over this place.
It was while he was merged in his thoughts that something hit him. A man pushed him aside while carrying a pair of slaves chained behind him. "Get out of the way." This man said. A man that could be described as some kind of noble, his clothes were made of fine materials and his fingers filled with rings.
The inquisitor didn't say anything. The men keep walking hurrying his two slaves pulling them with the chains. So full of himself was this man that he would have never seeing come the sword that pierced his torso.
The blade, surrounded by a crackling blue energy sliced its way into the man with such ease that was like cutting through the wind. Even so, the man only noticed until he saw the tip of the blade emerging from his thorax. The blade elevated cutting his body, it was made slowly, the man feeling the hot metal reaching his brain. The two chained slaves who were following him saw this and ran. The crowd had seen this too. Then the inquisitor looked at his servants, only one nod was needed to let know they understand what their lord wanted.
One of them took out one gun from inside his clothes. He aimed and pulled the trigger at them. The flechette blaster was not heard as hundreds of tiny darts were fired. These pierced their flesh and bones, each dart had a dormant cell that guided multiple projectiles toward the targets designated, however, it was not necessary at this moment. For just a pair of second the interrogator fired, only that was needed to take down everyone. Slaves and slavers died that day and nobody would never ever know what had killed them.
The other one of his servants moved towards an alley. Directly to barrels with trash. There, were the last slaves left, shivering for the fear and death that was coming for them. The interrogator raised her blade and prepared to strike them. They would die fast; however, there was no mercy in killing them without pain. The woman couldn't think about that. She would kill them fast and with no pain because it was the most efficient way of get the work done. They had to silence all the witnesses to make sure their lord was pleased.
However, death didn't come for the slaves. A hand held the arm of the woman moments before striking. Was Solomon, who wanted to take a look. They were girls, twins, 9 years old. But their bodies were warped. Their faces were full of makeup, their fingernails painted and only some clothes, anyone would know they should be working in some brothel. Whoever was the former owner, was truly a servant of slaanesh. Solomon toke a note on this. The girls could be corrupted, it would be best to kill them fast. He was about to give the order when one of them talked.
"Are you a magic caster? You are surrounded by an aura, it's so tall it reaches the sky."
Solomon at first tough she was some kind of psyker, his psychic talent reached the beta tier. It would be wise to kill them now, however, things were different on this place. For these 'talents' that could give people some abilities never seen in the galaxy.
"How do you know it?" asked the inquisitor. His voice deep and dark made them be more scared. But they still dared to talk.
"m-my sister and me can do that… it's a talent we gained some months ago. We can discern and know when there is a magic caster around. And when we both take our hands and focus we can sense where the magic casters are and even see the ones hidden."
The inquisitor at first considered this as some psychic power. It was rare, but still it was present in many ways. If these were psykers they should have been consumed by the daemons a long time ago, every day he had to raise wall after wall inside his mind, trying to don't turn insane. But they seemed fine, this concerned Solomon since he had hear of people being able to have gifs that didn't involve magic. Even he had to fight every day to keep away the daemons that tempted to him. Always trying to focus in his duty to ignore the promises of the dark gods.
"What is your name?" he asked
"Ureirika Eeb Rile furt."
"Kuuderika Eeb Rile furt"
If these little girls could be able to find psykers they would be a fine addition to his retinue.
"Cassiera, go back to our encampment. Take these girls with you, give them food and clean their bodies. Call for a Valkyrie and send a platoon of scions, make them arrive at the palace. We need to take all the information we can before attacking. The rest of my fleet will arrive in twenty days."
"Milord, will you be ok just with Thaddeus?"
Solomon only calmed down his other servant and said. "Don't worry. This country doesn't have the power to damage me. Its roads and edifices tell me a lot about them. We will be done before night.
The inquisitor started walking. The girls looked at him, they were rushed by the interrogator who toke them outside the city where a Valkyrie was already waiting for them.
[X]
Four years had passed since the empire had been turned into a slave nation of Ainz Ooal Gown. In all these years, the emperor Jirniv had worn out to the point his so called beauty was about to disappear. Only days of anguish and illness had accompanied him. Just waiting the time for this dammed undead to raise his finger and order his armies to kill and destroy this country.
There were merits in being a vassal state. Their borders were protected and the wealth had risen. The commerce prospered and the people seemed living better lives. However, how much time this would continue? How much time until that monster decided he had enough? Jirniv didn't know, and he really wanted to that day to arrive and be done with everything. There were no hopes for defeating the sorcerous king.
However, things were getting out of hand in some places. Magic casters had gone rouge and after trying to rebel, the death knights crushed them, although was heard that dozens of death knights were destroyed in the battles.
One of his knights arrived. This was Nimble, one of his most trusted servants left. He seemed worried, more than usual. Maybe this was finally the time the sorcerer king would turn this nation into a new Katze's plains.
"my emperor." Spoke Nimble. His legs were trembling and his mouth was dry. Looked almost as a corpse. "A group of strange armored soldiers are outside the palace. There is one man who demands to see you. He speaks in the name of the empire of man and the god emperor of mankind."
"The empire of man?" Jirniv had never heard of that country. Maybe was one nation from really far away on the world. However, the name god emperor of mankind called for his attention. If there was a guy like that somewhere that was a god, then he may have the strength to fight back the sorcerer king. For first time in years hope reached him again. Maybe there was still opportunity for humans to return to their normal lives.
"Let them in!" exclaimed Jirniv.
Soon the doors were opened and the two persons walked in. they were followed by ten guards that kept their eyes over them. When Jirniv saw them he couldn't understand who they were. They were human, yes, but realy different and mysterious. One of them was conceived under his cloak, his clothes were made of armour he had never seen, he had no weapons, and instead, he had a lot of strange objects attached to his body.
However, the one who truly scared him was the apparently leader of them. He was tall, almost reaching two meters tall, only a sword could be seen on him. His clothes were pure black and his right eye had been replaced with a strange artifact that emitted a red light directly towards him. He was really scary, only fear could describe him; even the Prime Minister Albedo had an aura like that.
Jirniv shuddered, at the same time, two magic casters entered. These had been the 'lucky ones' who had not turned into mutants. They had to cast spells to calm down and meditate a lot to avoid turning mad, but still they were magic casters who had reached the fourth tier of magic.
When the man of black saw them his face turned in total abhorrence. He then raised his hand and snapped his fingers. What followed made Jirniv feel total terror. For he saw the magic casters scream in agony while their bodies convulsed uncontrollably. Their skin broke and red steam escaped, their eyes melted and their screams were incomprehensible screams of pain. After seconds they died, their blood boiled and their bodies turned into bags of dry meat.
"I wouldn't prefer to be close to a rogue psyker. You are really too bold or stupid for using them."
"What…! W-who, who are you!?" said Jirniv in total shock. This guy had casually killed two of the best wizards of the empire. Only the servants of the sorcerer king were capable of such feats.
Nimble unsheathed his sword. The other guy then aimed at him with something. A fight would unleash at any moment. But was the one who started it put a hand on the shoulder of his servant.
"It's okay. They would never reach me. Just look at them, they are truly scared to try something."
The man reached the sofa in front on him and but before doing that he looked at the corner and focused, something like a mirror broke and he continued with his previous action. "Now, let's talk."
At first Jirniv wanted to run. But after seeing that he could say as soon as he turned around he would be dead.
"Jirniv Rune Farlord El Nix. You seem to be in a gruesome trouble. Your nation is controlled by a tyrant; you seem like only getting sick day after day. And even now, you still try to find hope in my arrival."
Solomon reached the cup of tea that was offered to him. The maid's legs still shivered with fear and let some of tea spill.
"I come from a place, a place full of countless worlds. Where humans travel among the stars and can serve the god emperor. You, as humans have the choice of join the imperial creed or die in this world. However, there is a prize."
Was at these words that Jirniv eyes widened and tears spilled. 'a place where humans rule entire worlds and travel through the stars.' Maybe hope finally was coming for him.
"We want an army and you can provide us with one. We only need the hands to hold the weapons we will give them."
Jirniv raised from his chair and exclaimed. "Yes! yes, I will give you an army! I will make every man and women of this country fight for you! Only say the word and we will be ready as soon as possible."
The inquisitor smirked at the words of this joke of a ruler. Falling in his net so easily, the man really was desperate.
[X]
"Milord, why did you make such a deal?" asked his interrogator who still tried to understand what had happened.
"Cannon fodder." The inquisitor answered. "They have neither the training nor the strength to be able to face this sorcerer king. Even if we give them hellguns they will break as soon as the enemy starts charging. So weak are the peoples of this world. Even a common guardsman would have more guts than any adamantite ranked adventurer. However, as weak as they are we still can use them to attract the attention of this overlord at least for a little time."
"What if the daemon has ways of spy on us?"
"He must have them. I'm sure he is trying to track my steps. However, I can partially dispel this magic. Of course, he must know I'm in this country, but I made sure he can't see me talk with this Jirniv."
A Valkyrie descended and landed, the doors opened and he entered.
"however. I'm not planning to attack that tomb. Not at least this soon. But I'm sure he will attack first, probably trying to test our strength. How are the void shields on our encampment?"
"They are already set." Said the pilot of the valkyrie.
"Perfect. Call captain Gregorius and tell him to be ready to deploy his grey knights' interceptor squads at the moment I orders it."
The valkyrie elevated to the sky. Inside Solomon merged in his toughts. This world had to be purged. The population of the agriworld was being secured and revised. In case of corruption they would be executed, if they were clean they would be taken somewhere.
He would authorize an exterminatus over this world. But his work was to study the daemons and find new ways to combat them. And the tarot hat told him that this world had things that could be useful for that goal. The indomitus crusade may have ended, but the imperium still was far from fixing the great rift, it was not even known if the cicatrixis maledictum could be dispelled.
[X]
"Ainz-sama, we have prepared the defenses of the capital. I'm sure nobody will be able to enter to E-rantel" spoke Albedo presenting her report. As prime minister, she had been occupied with a lot of things, even after the anomaly, Ainz had only conceded Albedo and Demiurge to left Nazarick. Pandora's actor shall stay and manage all the defenses of Nazarick.
"Umu. What about the rouge magic casters? Were they taken care of?"
"Yes, they caused a little damage but were killed. However, we are still investigating this anomaly and why only affects magic casters. We have discovered undeads cannot be affected so elder lich are still functional.
"I see. What about Mare?" Ainz asked again.
"He seems to be good. We have been monitoring him and all the magic casters of Nazarick. As you ordered, none magic caster must get out of the tomb."
After getting out of the tomb, Ainz had been informed of all the chaos magic casters had been doing. Apparently, Re-estize kingdom was doomed after multiple attacks and their poor military force wasn't able to hold them back. They had discovered that all these magic casters that had gone rouge had such strange symptoms. They had mutations and several cases of extreme violence. However, some had survived by will force and had been taken to Nazarick. After entering the tomb, these magic casters mysteriously relaxed and said they didn't had voices inside their heads anymore. Ainz toke note of this, somehow, the tomb was able to shrug this anomaly.
After that, there was the matter about the fall of Carne village. The imperials had looted and destroyed the place. The items that were not taken were destroyed together with all the research he had collected all these years. It was truly a great loss. All the guardians wanted to take revenge and counterattack, but such a rushed decision could be a bad idea. He still had to know more about them.
But one of the things that had angered the guardians, especially aura, was the complete destruction of the false Nazarick. When he checked the place he found a crater of several meters deep and hundreds of meters long. It was like using a super tier spell [fallen down]. Ainz shuddered after understand that these imperials had such weapons like that. He also discovered that naga whose body had been crushed until turn into a mass of flesh and blood. The ogres and goblins of the forests had shown marks of burnings, they bodies had been vaporized instantly.
He was sure most guardians could be able to withstand most attacks of the enemy, but he still knew little about them. Not to mention they could just attack them from orbit. He was sure it was a great risk, but still had command his guardians and manage his country.
Albedo's hands gripped the documents she had been holding. Ainz noticed this, he had an idea about what she was going to say.
"do you have something to say, Albedo?"
"Why are we holding back?" she answered with total anger. "These lesser beings should tremble and beg for mercy to the Supreme Being. We must crush them as the insects they are and make them pay for their insult"
Ainz mentally sighed for the words of Albedo. "Albedo. How is our army?"
"Ready to be deployed at any time you wish. We can prepare a total of 10 000 death knights, 25 000 old guardians of Nazarick and half a million of skeletons and zombies. We can muster the double of that if we prepare for one month. They will march towards our enemy and annihilate them at the moment you ask for." Albedo answered with confidence
"And how many troops do the enemy have? How strong are them? What is their mobility? Which tactics do they use? What is their reach?"
"I'm sure they are weak. After all, they are just pitiful humans. What harm can they do to your glorious armies?"
"You are wrong." Ainz answered, somehow happy for the first time having more knowledge in this matter than Albedo, one of the most intelligent creatures of Nazarick. "You should stop your pride from blinding your eyes. We are dealing with a civilization far more advanced than us. In fact, nothing we do could stop them from bombing this planet until we are dead. You saw what they can do and I'm sure you know they own a million worlds."
"My humblest apologies!" answered the guardian overseer. "Only the master of us can see all these details."
"stop the praise and answer me. Is Demiurge ready?"
"Yes milord. He has already left. As you ordered, one thousand death knights have accompanied him. One of his generals has gone with him and he will arrive at the enemy base in two days. As you commanded, he will test the strength of these imperials."
Ainz kept silent at these news. He had sent Demiurge to that mission. He was sure he could take care of himself; even if he was overwhelmed he still had ways of returning Nazarick. He just hopped to don't be underestimating this enemy. He had been trying to watch this inquisitor, but somehow, every time he tried to spy on him the spell breached, even Nigredo was not totally effective, thought he still know his location. He needed to test their strength before attack.
[X]
Lakyus was crying. Screaming over the ashes of what used to be her dear friend. She had tried to use [raise dead] to bring back her friend. But didn't mattered what she did the soul had disappeared, like if something had taken it.
Tia, Tina. Both were behind her. Prying in silence for they would never see Gagaran again. The kingdom was destroyed. Mutant rampage on every street and the death watches over all.
Brain had survived, but the same couldn't be said about climb. He and the golden princess had lost in the middle of the chaos. Lakyus didn't know anything about Red drop. Maybe they were dead or consumed by this hell. Anyway she still couldn't believe what had just happened. Jaldabaoth had tried to conquest the kingdom years ago, was this revenge? It was too chaotic for a demon like him. They had neither seen any of his demon maids.
They were now in the border of the sorcerer kingdom, they had permission of stay in this area, but they had to leave soon. Apparently, the security on the borders had grown exponentially. There were death guards everywhere, the famed sorcerer's kingdom militia was stationed in every spot, men and women equipped with armor and weapons of legend. Even golems were raising walls. War was coming; still, she didn't cared much now. The kingdom was doomed; everything she had sworn to protect had been destroyed.
Her eyes rested on Evileye, still sleeping. She had casted [lion's heart] every day trying to keep her comrade in peace. She still murmured things in her sleep; she was having a nightmare, like every time she had closet her eyes to dream. She was enduring with everything she had, all of them. Tia & Tina always trying to find enemies near, she casting divine spells to try to keep all of them at ease and Brain Unglaus patrolling the perimeter all the time. They were getting tired, just some days until all their strengths is over.
Of course, she could try to search for shelter in the sorcerous kingdom. But she wouldn't do that. After all, they are the ones who killed so many innocent people and was the sorcerer king who had murdered Gazeff Stronoff. She couldn't forgive them for that.
So, what was left? She didn't know. They had no place to go. The Empire? Was already a vassal estate of the sorcerer kingdom. The holy kingdom? Too far away. Slane Theocracy? They would never let Evileye in.
What was left?
They had no idea, however, they had to keep moving. Soon they left the borders and went to the south. Maybe hunting at the great forest of Tob could get them with food and resources.
Then they found something unexpected. There was an encampment close to the border of Slane Theocracy. They thought it was some kind of mercenary base, but nothing of what they saw was close to an army of mercenaries. Looked like an army, but they had never seen one like that. Soldiers going from one place to other carrying strange staffs, strange objects set over sandbags walls, men digging a line on the ground and installing steel cables with razor shaped edges. And over the base, tied to a pole, was flag, it had a golden two headed Aquila.
Something strange happened. A web caught her, it was made of a strange sticking material, but the most alarming thing is that it was shredding around her, it was crushing her, the more she fights, the more her body was inmovilized, even her bones were being broken.
More webs caught her companions. Brain tried to cut one but it was useless for it caught him with no problem. Even Tia and Tina, skilled rogues of escapism, found useless their attempts and were caught.
Evileye was the only one that had not been surrounded by one of these strange webs. She tried to get up, but a hit with one of the weapons of one soldier knocked her off. She fell to the ground again and the soldier toke her.
That was the moment she saw them. strange soldier made of metal and red. All aimed at them. She saw one of these mens with a pair of fingers touching his ear and talking. "This is squad 14, we found new specimens." Then she felt something hit her head and the next she saw was only darkness
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Light, that was the first thing she saw, a blinding unbearable light. So brilliant it was burning her eyes even if these were closed. She didn't wanted to open her eyes, but a stinging pain forced her to do it. Something had entered into her skin and sucked out her blood. She felt dizzy as the amount of blood that was being stolen from her was so much.
"I see you are awake now." Some kind of voice talked to her. It was so strange, like if it was made from lots of metal grinding and touching to make a sound. The voice had no feelings, just stoic emotion that couldn't be discerned.
"must admit your kind is somehow… unique. Any normal human would have died for losing so much blood. Even I needed to use more than a steel needle to pierce your skin, that is the thing of resistance I would find in worlds of extreme conditions, but this world has no extreme radiation, no high gravity, no extreme volcanic activity, odd... Though, the same couldn't be said about the others."
"What!? What are you talking about!?" desperately she tried to escape but her legs and arms were held by unbreakable chains.
"No need to struggle. They are not dead, but… let's say they will undergo different treatments."
The light banished and only darkness remained. Some minutes were necessary to adjust her eyes again. She then found out she was in a room. Pitch black darkness surrounded her. Only some candles and red lights could be seen. Then she saw something that scared her even more. A skull, part bone, part metal, floated in front of her. Its red eyes scanned her from top to bottom, it had a kind of metal hand that carried some kind of green lent that studied her.
"You adventurers are odd creatures. You are able to get stronger every time you risk your lives; however, there is a limit in the great majority of yours. Just a handful can surpass that limit, but still that is the most far you can go."
The one who was talking to her was not the skull, instead, she turned to see the owner of so sinister voice. Such was her fear that almost pissed. In front of her was a being made of pure metal. Its eyes replaced by that of some kind of beast, it was a basilisk, a dragon? She couldn't discern, this being was not even human. Dozens of metallic arms emerged from his body and instead of legs it was moving with hundreds of tentacles made of some kind of metal. His robes, old and worn for the time, were marked with a symbol of a skull in the middle of a dented disc of metal.
"W-What are you!?" she shouted in total terror. She trashed trying to escape but the chains wouldn't let her go anywhere.
"Magos Biologis L-96789 Joulurem. I'm the one in charge of this facility dedicated to the Omnissiah."
"What happened to my friends? Where are they?"
"Oh, your friends… they are… still being studied. I will make sure to tell you when they are done. But still, there are things that must be discussed. Let me tell you, you have gained the attention of the bishop. He is 'eager' to see a woman capable to call and manifest miracles that only the devotee's member of the ecclesiarchy could be able to achieve. He still doesn't know if that is a power attributed to the emperor. But even so, I cannot say much, my work is with the attendance and devotion to the machine spirits."
Her chains were opened and her legs and arms released. She wanted to attack this thing, but her weapons were gone and her armor was not with her. Only her clothes were still on her.
Doors opened and strange dressed men entered. Their armors emblazoned with an Aquila like the one she had seen, their helmets completely closed and only emitting deep red lights as eyes.
They raised her and carried her to the doors. After walk for many hallways they found the door that goes outside. Her eyes adjusted and let tears like if they missed the light of the sun. However, she quickly scanned her surroundings. She was in the same encampment she had seen from far away. There were many soldiers that were coming and going, carrying the same staffs she had seen from far. They payed little attention to her and kept with their work.
She was carried then to certain edifice. This was a house made of stone, it looked like a temple with a design she had never seen before. Spiraling from the ground and reaching the skies. A giant golden Aquila hanged from the ceiling.
Inside, dozens of men and women dressed with that strange armor prayed. Their hands held on their breasts in the form of the Aquila. She could hear some prays, however, these were not prayers of help or forgiveness. These were prayers of hate, litanies of vengeance and swears of devotion. They were greatly different from any religious she had seen in all her life.
In front, in middle of the altar, was the statue of a man. Was vested with an impressive golden armor, in his right hand was a blazing sword and in his left was an enormous claw. He looked imposing, like a champion that never could be defeated.
Then she was taken to a room. Her guards kept close to her not letting her go no other where. The room was small, but too adorned. The walls were made of gold and many scrolls written in words she had never seen. The golden Aquila could be seen anywhere.
She then saw something moving. When she got a better view, she almost wanted to run. There was a being, a woman, but her body tough young was worn. Parts of her body had been removed and instead there was only metal. Her arms had been replaced with metal bars that held a little table where there was a pot with some warm liquid.
"Welcome, Miss Aindra." Said a man. He was dressed in robes; however, his robes were vastly different from the ones she had seen before in other priests. These were full of garments, golden skulls, crosses, Aquila and scrolls. His hands held among them an staff of fine crafted material and from his neck was hanging a rosaries with some kind of 'I' with a skull in the center.
"I certainly was expecting a sororitas, not a girl. It doesn't matter. You are still young to understand what I mean."
The woman made of metal walked towards her and filled a cup with what looked like tea and put it on the table in front of her.
"however." The men continued. "anyone would find your faith as nothing but heresy."
The men threw a golden Aquila towards her. She caught it with no problem, the design was master created like nothing she would find in the world.
"Do you know the mean of that?" the bishop asked. She only kept silent.
"It represents our faith, our triumph over the evil. It is the image of victory, the victory of our god-emperor always guiding us through the darkness. He who reigns over a million worlds is the one who truly can be considered as the one and only god!"
He then threw the cup towards the floor in rage.
"And you worship those so called gods!? Tell me! What can they do for you? Only the emperor is the only worth of worshiping. The imperial creed is the only true answer!"
Then his demeanor instantly changed, Lakyus was out of breath for such strange change of humor. This man was mad, she was sure of that.
"however…" the man approached and put a hand on his shoulder, she tensed for the gesture and almost wanted to quit his hand from her. "I have seen the light of the emperor on you. There is no sin on ignorance; even the fallen can have a chance of redemption."
She grimaced. She felt something was coming for her. She didn't know anything about this emperor, but these people worshipped him in such a way it would be too dangerous for everyone.
And yet, she still was worried for the fate that had fallen over her friends.
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Evileye awakened. Her head feeling like if it had been hit by a hammer. The uneasiness of her body told her something had happened to her. Cold was on her face, cold? Her mask! Her mask had been taken away! It couldn't be, the only thing that could keep her disguised as human was gone. She was naked, only strange images, amulets and objects were strapped to her body. A mark had been branded to her chest such as different wards which she didn't knew what these were for.
Then she felt them. Cables, strange devices coming from the back of her head. She was terrified, she tried to take them out, but she felt how these were connected to her brain. The blood was still fresh and the pain was nearly unbearable. She wanted to scream, but even moving her mouth gave her a stinging pain that made her keep quiet.
The fear was growing, she didn't know what was happening, where she was or how arrived here. She wanted to escape, search for Lakyus and go somewhere. She felt something inside her head, something that wanted to escape. She tried to hold it, but it was too much for her. Then she screamed, and as her voice was growing and growing something happened. The floor broke and the walls crumbled. The metal close to her blended and ripped apart. It was like if some powerful being tried to get out from her.
Then, after letting it out, she relaxed. Both her body and mind felt like if a big weight had been lifted from her. She saw what had happened, what she had done. "W-what? What is this? What happened!?"
She felt a presence walk to her. She turned, and found a man. He was dresses of black, his eye was a metallic one with a red light and there where cables connecting to his head too. His face looked grim, like if some kind of hate had been born from his heart. The guy was looking at her, trying to get inside her mind. She felt him, going through her and ripping apart the veil that kept her sane.
She felt his heat, a raging heat that was so implacable but at the same time in order. Like a wall holding an horde of foul beast wanting to destroy the wall and rape her mind.
"Raise the walls inside your mind. And you will be able to be at ease temporally."
He didn't talk; she felt his voice inside her mind. This man was talking to her. Was he using a spell? Of what kind? [message]? She didn't know.
"You must learn this if you want to keep your soul away from the horrors of the warp. If you don't want to get your soul eaten, then I recommend you to start now. Think in something and don't stop doing it. Start by that until you can learn to do it by just instinct."
She tried. She thought in Lakus, her friend. She concentrated and after many minutes she felt the presence of that man get expulsed from her mind.
"you are such a strange creature. You still are human, but at the same time your insides are different."
The inquisitor approached to her who still was on the floor. "vampire… do you know how many of these beings inhabit the Inmaterium. I killed a good number of them back in my early days. Still, finding something like you is a hit of luck.
"Who are you!? What did you do to me!?" she raged, and again the floor shuddered.
"my name is Solomon, and that is the only thing you shall remember. Tell me, Evileye. Do you know what Daemons are? I think you tasted a bit of them some days ago."
Evileye trembled, for she still remembered the voices inside of her head. Those damned voices that begged her to get out.
"These beings are what I hunt." The inquisitor continued. "But still there are many things I cannot understand from them. However." Solomon produced a scroll from his clothes. It was an old thing, but still, the power emanating from it was dark and evil.
"A piece of the Malus Codicium. Even if it was destroyed, I got a part and enough knowledge to bind a Daemon to a host."
Something was telling her she was in extreme danger. She wanted to run, but still, her body didn't responded.
"They brand me as a radical. But they have no idea. If we want to survive to the nightmarish madness of this galaxy, we must use every mean necessary. Combat fire with fire. You and your unnatural physiology make you a perfect candidate."
He approached. She tried to get away, she was sure that something was going to happen.
Then a sound came, a knock in the door was made and the inquisitor stopped. He them got out of the room, only leaving Evileye still trembling for the fate that would come after her.
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"How many?" Solomon asked as he walked over the encampment. His one thousand scions rushed taking ammunition and preparing the heavy bolters and lascannons. They had no basilisk, but the mortars still could do a good amount of damage.
"One thousand, milord. They are 4 km away and are approaching. We already have deployed the defenses and we are only waiting for them to be at range. These are truly beings of the warp, even the auspex couldn't read life from them."
"Get half our forces to deploy our defenses. Prepare the rest on taurox to flank them at the correct time. Use the mortars at will, but when they are 300 meters close, make use of a shield of fire."
"Understood, milord."
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Over the lands they advanced. One thousands death knights in a solid formation. In this world, there would never be any army capable to equal their power. The flags of Ainz Ooal Gown waved as they walked.
At some distance was the general of this army. Demiurge had been tasked with the command of this army, at his side was one of his area guardian, the demon of Wrath. A 90 level heteromorphic being.
Soon they would reach their destination. The enemy base. Those lower beings had insulted Ainz and needed to be punished. Of course, one thousand death knights are a powerful force, but still, the purpose of these would be to test the strength of this new enemy.
"Lord Demiurge. How shall we deploy our forces?" asked the huge demon at his side.
Demiurge grinned at plaining how he would crush this enemy of weak humans. "Ainz-sama has told me to don't underestimate this 'empire'. However, their weapons have shown being the worst nightmare for a commonly used formation. That is why we will disperse our troops and will make them advance. I think we could lose some death knights, but it will be enough to win time. Time that will be used to hunt down the enemy commander and cut off the head of this snake, you are the one who will carry part of this task. I will go with you to make sure we take down this inquisitor, I'm sure Ainz-sama will be pleased if we take him to Nazarick."
"Your words are wise, lord Demiurge. I couldn't expect more. Alright, I will be your shield, we shall crush this enemy."
The death knights marched direct to the enemy. Soon they would taste blood and their thirst for killing all life would be satiated.
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No sound of flesh being sliced was heard, no clang of metal being ripped was noted, and no resistance was found by the monomolecular edged power sword. It simply sliced in half the creature with such ease it was ridiculous, and unfair. It was made with such perfection near to art; the wielder moved the sword as if this were dancing in a lethal performance.
The quagoa couldn't believe this, their champion, the one that would never lose had been killed so easy. Their natural resistance to metal weapons that would make any sword be worthless was now being made of a joke.
Pe Riyuru still couldn't believe what his eyes had seen. When they strike, it was at such speed it was unnatural. There were only a handful of beings able to move at that speed, that damned loli vampire was one of them. Although they couldn't discern their physical strength, it was no necessary. Their weapons had been more than capable of showing how terrible they were. Thousands of knives of strange and intrinsic geometry had being fired by strange guns. Just a pair of seconds was enough to release a storm of hundreds of those knifes to turn any of them into minced meat. They couldn't even see them flying, only when these were struck in the rock they could see what had been killing them.
"Must admit I'm getting tired of all this charade of questions and answers. How many times had been already? One thousand? Three thousand? And still I cannot find the answer I'm looking for."
The leader talked. His sword twirled while he played with it. It was like seeing a juggler with a hypnotizing skill. The man, or what he thought he was, let escape a gesture of being tired and retired to talk with the other ten beings that had accompanied him.
Their clothes were so different, diamond shapes of different color adorned their strange uniform, almost looking like some kind of skin. Their performance had been so perfect and so deadly, anyone could probably applaude at such exceptional talent with their skills. However, their victims wouldn't be part of these.
But the most singukar thing was their masks. Strange and mysterious. Those masks could give a myriad of feelings. Sorrow, anger, happiness, joy, doubt… nobody could ever find any other amount of sensations in their lives.
"I swear! I don't know what you are talking about!"
Riyuro claimed again. He had already lost the count of how many times had been. Then, that elf like creature looked at him with his void eyes.
"This act has lasted too much. I'm afraid this must take and end. You should just give me the right answer and all this massacre will be over."
"I beg you! I have no idea what these world class items are! The dwarfs are the ones who must know this, why don't you ask to them!?"
Another stream of shurikens were fired and another group of quagoa was pulverized with the hypersonic storm of monofilament blades.
"Wait! Wait please! I will tell you!"
The leader of these odd creatures looked him again "what toke you so long? Was so necessary to see so many of your lower kind dying by the thousands? You are not a very good ruler."
Riyuru ignored the mocking words of this man and continued. "I don't know what world class items are, but I know someone who might know it! The sorcerer king! When he came here he used items of such legendary quality! If there is someone who knows about world class items must be him!"
The leader of these beings then turned and walked away, again showing some kind of mastery in his walk. He reached his group and talked with them.
"I really hope the words of our shadowseer are not just a joke. A mountain like this couldn't guard such legendary items, well… if these can be considered legendary."
"There are just twenty of these that are what we are looking for, troupe master. The others can be useful, but still are not big deal. The Ardathair ordered us to take any of these items to the black library."
"Dear Lhimere as our Esdainn, and a warlock of the masque of the collector of deeds, I expect you can oversee what is being done here. If I return with our hands empty, I would like to have proof."
"I don't think we will return with our hands empty, after all, troupe master Draos still has to return from his encounter with the dwarves." Said the voice of the warlock. "Still, I must warn you things have become a little problematic. Especially with the inquisitor on this world."
The troupe master showed his anger with three gestures before calming down. "Oh, those crazy zealous Mon'keigh! I'm sure that mad inquisitor will end destroying this planet and the relics it guards. However, the corsairs have promised us with taking care of them, still, I must say I cannot fully expect to see them complete their deed."
"It is this Sorcerer king what has gained my attention. He seems like a powerful being, tough I cannot discern if he is a potential enemy or an ally."
"Doesn't matter, what it matters is the relics he possess. If necessary we shall protect or eliminate him."
Then some steps made on purpose were hear, when they turned they saw a troupe carrying with them an ancient sword. This looked pretty normal, but still, maybe their search here had not been in vain.
"Is that what we are looking for?" asked he first troupe master.
"It's a world class items, but it's not one from the 'twenty', Vernumein. However, it's useful as a force sword. We shall take it to the black library for further investigation."
"Do it then. We are done here."
"troupe master, what do we do with these lesser beings?" asked one of the troupers.
Vernumein only gave them a brief look and turned to walk away. "There is no need to keep them alive, isn't it?" then the troupe master reached for the king of these 'quagoa' and he pulled out his rose of Cegorach. Not even a blur was seen as the troupe master moved his hand. Then the monofilaments of shadowsilk, capable of existing between real space and the webway, made their way toward the king of the demi-humans. The rose threads uncoiled, and Riyuru died. A bloodied rose emerged from his chest.
The two death jesters aimed their shrieker cannons directly at the remained quagoa. There were some hundreds left. The cannon fired and with this, a race had been deleted form this world. Countless shuriken blades pulverized male, female and children.
The harlequins disappeared between the darkness of the tunnels under the mountain.
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