Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord just like
Man this chapter was exhausting to write in less than a week especially when I had to work sixty hours this week. Anyways, thank you for reading this far and to thank you for making it this far...Dack versus Hynrich!...starts near the end.
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Dack knew the girl he revived would be safe in the company of his loyal orthrus Goldie. Doing the benevolent thing though lead him to a hallway encompassed by several dozen guards; all with weapons raised at him.
Dack narrowed his eyes to the soldiers at the end. The last guards in the whole base—when they fell there would be no one left except the leader(s). He pointed two fingers at his eyes before pointing them at the guards.
"Hope you enjoy your seats."
With a whisk of his hand he implanted one of his knives in the wall besides him.
At first it was just a knife in the wall—nothing to fret over, until that one knife duplicated into dozens of knives—all looked the same and aligned on both sides with only enough of a wedge to fit a human head inside. Once every guard had a glimpse of them, Dack ran forthwith towards the legion.
With great speed—he grabbed a knight by his arm and threw him face first into his original knife, the first one he stuck in the wall. The guard's face splattered the hilt with his blood.
The next guard that thrust his halberd in Dack's line of sight, the shape-shifting thief pried a knife out of the wall and threw it fast enough to perforate a hole in the guard's stomach, but it shined bright orange before disappearing.
The guard writhed in agony of a knife-esque lump that wriggled out of his chainmail. While he was dealing with that, Dack was whisking his hands in pinch, spindly stance blocking the simultaneous thrusts from the guards with halberd's and spontaneously knocking them into the blunt end of his knives with enough force to knock the wind out of them and maybe damaged their skulls with contusions he inflicted.
They were repeating the same strategies over and over-and fun of knocking their heads into his weapons aside, it was growing tedious.
Ergo, when two thrust their halberds he hopped over them doing the splits on their shifts before pulling back and implanting his feet in their faces.
After that rush, one guard came at him head-on all by himself. Dack raised his right foot jumping to a hilt and spinning the other way so he could do a cartwheel off the guard's back like he was doing now; the propulsion sending him face first into a knife's hilt.
Only two guards remained; conflicted in whether to bother charging at Dack while they were scared or just run away and live. Dack helped end that conflict by sliding towards them and plowing his cocked fingers into the men(s) groins. After hurting so many men—a couple he robbed of their dignities—he whistled while leaning against the bosses' doorframe, and dozens of his kobold acolytes appeared.
Each one found their place standing beside a guard unconscious sprawled on the ground, unconscious in a crouched position or the final three grabbing a part of their body whether manhood or something stuck inside them.
Dack was undeterred; he was keeping his promise to a little girl—even one he barely knew—to rid this guild of Every. Last. Guard.
Suddenly, simultaneously, the kobald's beheaded every knight in the hall. They all lopped off and some jounced off the hilt of his knives' hilt. Although there was a part of Dack that felt guilty for massacring men and women who were just doing their jobs, he wasn't as deplorable as the deaths caused by the fickle Elder Lich's thinking, and he never second guessed them.
"Good job my friends. You may now stay here and feast on their carcasses. Your leader will just be going through this door."
By the time the door was only slightly ajar the kobold's reminded Dack of wolves instead of beastly executioners. They tugged on limbs and sneered at each other while trying to eat their dinner. Dack moved in with haste, closing the door behind him.
Alone from the ravenously hungry acolytes but being glared, jeered, and even leered at by three people...he took a deep breath and then turned around.
His first impression of the bosses of the guild was impressive. Not in a way they were high tier or any stronger than a Pleadies maid, but they all had cosplay that could give professional anime convention contenders a run for their money.
On the left was a sandy brown haired lady with a ponytail that was serpentine in appearance. She donned an umbrella looking hat with a pattern of triangles; white and teal blue. In her left hand she wielded a very long wand with a metal hilt while the top had a large medallion with five stones flashing different colors: white, red, yellow, green and black. She wore a dress similar to Shalltear's only green and blue with orange buttons zipped up. Her eyes were amber on the right and reddish purple on the left.
On the right was a man wearing a butler uniform like Sebas only his was dark red purple and he wasn't wearing any gloves exposing his scars. He also wore a mask that could've been used for wrestling or SM play—all Dack knew was it was made of pouch leather and had a multitude of different colored pins through it, basically looked like Hellraiser wearing a suit.
And then there was the last one sandwiched between his acolytes. He was 8'0", wore gold armor on the left to a long slit in his torso while his right was silver, had a long broadsword with many small black lightning strings on it made out of a gray bright alloy, his sabaton's were blue and red. As for the part of him that was not metal which was his face...his hair was white with something gelled in it that made it look like a sparkly set of silverware. He had scars near his mouth that looked like a mouse nibbled his face, and his eyes were prosaic blue compared to how the rest of him looked.
Dack admitted their looks and how still they were standing before him was the most impressive thing he saw from anyone in this New World. The witch with a Bo Bep dress spoke.
"We all have mixed feelings about you intruding on us: you vex me, you've enthralled Mal who just seeks a 'worthy' challenger and all my darling lover wants to ask is 'why are you here'? Did you come to free the slaves or is it your intent to try to find something to rob in here?"
Dack closed his eyes and feigned a smile. "If it was 'his question' what led you to ask for him?"
Her eyes flitted opalescent both blue and yellow. Once she did what Dack could assume was an examination of his mana, she thrust her staff in the empty air before tiptoeing towards him.
"You are not worthy enough to denigrate a former Thirteen Hero. Your now against me, Joṙep of the Bounty. They call me that because I am a master of magic even Skeletal Dragons cannot nullify. I've stolen from many dragon cave's and now wield the most powerful treasure's the world could ever obtain. With just one spell I can cast a barrier none of your pitiful weapons can break through...not even your obsidian kniv-"
From atop the ceiling a small albino hobgoblin with azure eyes and pointy ears dropped down and latched itself to Joṙep's face. She was blind with four fingered talons grasping her eyes and causing her to yell. While she was swinging her wand her eyes were dripping with blood. Dack had the perfect one liner for the mage who thought she could raze the world with her magic—'From afar you can annihilate Skeletal Dragons but up close a goblin is more than a match for you'—but he was also too 'chilled' to ridicule people who were mages; magic to him was too OP.
She soon collapse from the trauma of having her eyeballs crushed. Dack needed her to be in good health before he delivered a proper penitence for her; he healed her until the abhorrent dry red scars looked like eyeballs again. And then—she was sucked into a dark blue wormhole with his lesser hobgoblin underling.
After the other two lost their ally Dack expected them to unleash promises of his demise yet both men were still smiling, not a single sweat drop from either of the two. The first one to approach him was the man with his mask—leisurely he flitted like a dictator walcing to the podium.
Dack's eyes oscillated like Joṙep's but with the glaring colors of red pupils and yellow sclera's; x-ray vision. Other than seeing shaven brown hair and big ears with a baby nose there wasn't a weapon on this man. His only weapon of choice: a handshake. Dack looked at his hand, his cocksure feigning smile, and he tittered at him.
"I see you think I'm stupid enough to fall for an ability of yours that can turn whoever you touch into an object—but it won't work on me."
That answer was met with a grimace from the masked man. Dack didn't fall for his bunco, however, he ran at him intending to complete his plan by squeezing his wrist. He was only a nose length away from squeezing Dack's hand, his running ending with him being grappled by a hand moving so fast it was invisible until it clenched tightly around his wrist, and Dack twisted his right hand to his left hand so they were touching.
After they were touching which triggered the man's latent ability, he turned into a vase flying seven foot 'n' two inches in the air safely caught by Dack. This time Dack disappeared into a wormhole with the vase and reappeared without it.
Only one person left, his response to Dack removing two of his strongest members was to smatter him with clapping.
"Your not from this world, are you?" He asked, his voice was like a gale of wind seething Dack's face.
"How do you know about other worlders?" He asked.
"If I had to tell you the whole story it would go as far back to before my party even donned the name Thirteen Heroes. Let's just say some debacle came I couldn't pinch myself out of. Although I never got to see this soothsayer's face they did tell me when I turned white and wrinkled a being even more powerful than the god's would come and caused a genocide generations would speak about for years. And then there's you—not many have the capability to use seventh tier magic and yet you use it so deftly. After meeting someone like you, I find myself...disappointed."
Dack knew the smart thing to do would be to ask him more; questions delving into what the last person told him. He could to try another idea: he would goad the man to fight him the best way possible.
He looked his smarmiest and stayed silent.
At first no reaction was provoked out of the boss, but after thirty long seconds—Dack counting to 'five' six times through them—he exclaimed:
"Bodies of Virtues: Temperance, Charity, Labor, Patience, Humility, Abstinence, Grateful!"
He was flashing with many colors that enveloped him until they split apart into seven other copies of the boss—each one wearing armor from left to right; white, pink, blue, red, yellow, green and black and they stood in a straight line with some smiling, some sad while the rest appeared frowning.
Dack smirked. "Don't you eight look intricate."
In unison, all five bosses unsheathed their swords before clanging them together. They glowered from white to black and all five colors in between before raising their blades at Dack.
"Whether you are inborn or some another world...no one has ever survived this move...and it will be at its peak power today."
A chorus of clones chanted different incantations causing their bodies to emanate with a multitude of colors like fireworks. Dack could've flitted to the other end and behead one of them, but he wanted to see their recitation come full fruition.
When they stopped super charging their stats, nullifications and health the real boss shouted "Virtue Apocalypse!"
...
And a wall of halo light engulfed the room and Dack. The light enlarged through the walls creating a giant shinning white sphere to the outside world and plenty of spectators observed this phenomenal sight.
Many were elevated as believers while others just wanted to go to the authorities and explain this inconceivable occurrence. This moment, a milestone from mundane living believing Ainz Ooal Gown would never raze their town, was erased close to instantaneously when Dack's loyal Writh's that mostly obeyed his beloved Azulea rift out of their time holes and grasped their elongated wispy white fingers on the mouths of every spectator!
Back inside the guild, the whole room was a smoldering mass of gray clouds and derelict holes by the flash of the bosses' attack. Where Dack once stood was concealed by a billowing cloud of black smokescreen.
When the smokescreen cleared, he expected to see Dack's body melted in his face and his chest leaving only an orange skull and ribcage. What came out was Dack. To an angry twitch in the still smiling bosses' face, he came out with all his human flesh intact and his body saved from any dirt. It only took eight times one second—just eight seconds because anything times one stays the same—but all the clones of the boss had their limbs and heads cleaved off and lopped everywhere, a fountain of blood sloshing out splattering the piebald chestplate until it was just a wet red, and soon a coagulated, flimsy piece of armor.
Dack smiled. "Ready to join your friends?"
I_I_I_I
Now...
Dack with quick succession threw two jewel encrusted knives with black handles into the left and right walls of the hall Brain and Brita encompassed while he blocked their exit.
"It's over, King of Nothing." Brain stated while keeping his hands near his waist/scabbard. "Your whole guild was wiped out by another hero. Even you can't stop a hero with that much power...let us go and save your energy for Him."
Dack sauntered towards them riling Brita to the point she nocked back her arrow with her bow. She and Brain perfected a simultaneous flurry of arrows and swords all in the name of working together.
At last, Dack moved faster than a trotting wild, untethered stallion, and when Brain swung his sword in a lighting fast arc, he parried it, and caught an arrow Brita fired at him.
Both Brain and Brita were surprised, petrified, looks on both their faces.
"From the way you look...you have no other tricks." Dack said with a sly smile.
Brain retaliated with a flurry of sword wings Dack effortlessly came out unscathed against; all it took was a parry where the blade and the hilt met. As this spar was going on, Brita stepped back seemingly to get away from the overwhelming power of the boss, but at long range she nocked five arrows in a volley of rain.
Dack cleaved the arrows asunder as the ground patterned with arrowheads and fletching, but he also helped Brain back away from him.
Now, litter of wood and arrowheads at his feet, he walked slowly towards the two back together but froze as he saw a familiar face, Hynrich.
It was his large, burly green hobgoblin alright sauntering from behind, his massive weight shattering every surface he stood on. Brain and Brita took half a minute longer to realize he was there, only finding out when the creaking of his footsteps reverberated in their ears.
They turned, their expressions neither happy nor angry; only concerned. Sweat trickled with anxiety from their foreheads.
"Hynrich...this man is difficult to beat." Brain warned him. " I suggest you—"
Hynrich rudely brushed through them without even looking at either Brain or Brita. He walked until he was up close with Dack with each of them smelling the others' breath.
Dack smiled, but with his own sieve on what not to say to his friend.
"Your a big—"
Without warning or buildup Hynrich delivered a right hook in Dack's face. It was sudden, hard and if Dack didn't have such reinforced bones he might have lost all his teeth in his bottom jaw; only a spittle of blood was spat out.
"You keep that unruly smile to yourself!" Hynrich roared—Dack smiling a blood clot smile.
"You punch almost as fast as you eat, big boy."
With his arms stretched and his fingers wiggling, Dack caused the knives he stuck in the wall earlier to vibrate before his propulsion launched them as his friend to keep their ruse going...but Hynrich said nothing about being the first to hit him with a sucker punch and he normally is straight about everything.
Suddenly, both knives were caught by the big arms of the hobgoblin before being crushed. A very strange way to fake a fight in Dack's opinion—that was suppose to land and pin in his elbows letting the pain of a "comrade" suffer fuel the drive of the one called Brain.
Not only was Hynrich doing things they didn't plan ahead, he was scowling at his leader.
"A cheap trick like yours could never hurt me, Lord Dack!"
Dack knew from that sentence alone Hynrich's mind wasn't right; exposing both of them near the two people that weren't suppose to find out.
"Hynrich...you know the boss of this guild?" Brita asked.
"Ugh," he groaned gutturally.
With a heel raised, he slammed his foot...suddenly, the ground between them was sucked into a hole brimming with red light. After Brain and Brita got a good look at it...see it and smell the unearthly stench within...eight large spindly black arachnid legs jutted out of the hole before anchoring into the hall. And from the hole itself...three rows of pinchers with slanted eyelids on a big skull with nine obsidian dimples: a spider's face.
Its ghostly red sclera's stared intensely without emotion at the two smaller, trembling "fleas" of this world, humans. It raised its front legs, Brain and Brita in the stances of Brain with his hand on his sword and Brita nocking her arrow, a plume of flames shot out from its mouth...and then oxidized a shield from copper to corroded black.