Slane Theocracy, Kami Miyako, Outskirts of the Cathedral of Fire.
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"We're almost there..." The Captain of the Black Scripture muttered.
After they sent a small squad to apprehend the goat-man, they had expected them to return shortly after discerning his true strength. It had been twenty minutes after they had sent them for the mission, they have not teleported back.
A man from the Clearwater scripture went with the squad to report back any emergencies via [Message], and it was agreed that every ten minutes he would [Message] the Captain regarding the situation. But after one call, all [Message] attempts were ceased.
The Captain assumed that the squadron was defeated. Noticing this, he had contacted Cardinal Raymond regarding this predicament, and had gotten permission to land a full-scale assault using the entirety of the Black Scripture, besides the extra seat, to eliminate the goat-man.
When he had questioned why the extra seat was not going to participate in this crucial attack the cardinal had replied with, 'She will be on standby, I believe your scripture can restrain the goatman."
The Holocaust scripture is unavailable to fight jointly with the Black Scripture, during the emergency meeting the Captain of the Black Scripture was also called, he heard that the Holocaust scripture would be fighting on the front lines with the army groups against the demi-humans.
It was the Holocaust Scripture's speciality to defend their home soil, being in the Slane Theocracy's home-turf was unlucky for the demi-humans. In relief, the Captain sighed knowing that his back was covered.
"Is something wrong Captain?" A woman from the side asked as she ran alongside the captain.
This woman was the fourth seat of the Black Scripture, wearing a more pinkish robe with green trimmings, she was known as 'Divine Chant' due to her well-known boasting of spells on par with sixth tier and her knowledge on a large variety of support spells.
In one way or another, she was a specific breed of Godkin's who had a lot of magical power but was lacking on the physical side of the spectrum.
"Ah no, I'm fine - More importantly, focus on getting to the destination as fast as possible."
"Yes, Captain."
With the Captain leading the charge towards the cathedral, behind him were the rest of the scripture stealthily running and jumping over buildings. Of course, the eleventh seat 'Thousand Leagues Astrologer' was not participating in this attack but she was contributing differently.
Beforehand she had foraged the area and found the goat-man, the goat-man stood there staring at the cathedral.
When the squadron was sent to battle with the goat-man the eleventh seat went on to search for the headquarters of the enemy base, she scoured around the outskirts of the city but found nothing.
It was when she stopped looking and went to start spectating the fight that she realised it was too late, only the goat man and two demons were in sight. She had not expected it to end so fast, quickly she reported this to the Captain who then relayed it to the Cardinals.
Adjusting her vision her eyes widened at the sight, what she saw was blasphemy to the highest degree.
A winged demon-like creature was casting fire spells towards the Cathedral and destroying the infrastructure.
Looking at this made her throat go dry and eyes watery, once this was reported to the Cardinals, Dominic the Cardinal of Earth and Berenice the Cardinal of Fire were not very pleased. Dominic went ballistic smashing his fists on the table screaming that, 'It was the Sorceror King' and the Cardinal of Fire was shaken up but did not do anything that could destroy her image.
"Hold it!" The captain shouts.
Hearing this all the scripture members stop and glance down at where they were supposed to stop.
"T-That damned.." A man grunts angrily, audibly tightening his grip on his war axe.
The axe he had towered his height of just less than two meters, his beard extended down to his bare muscular chest with his white old hair pointing up, other than the armoured plates on his arms and legs the only noticeable features of his body was his pure muscle mass, only the Eighth seat 'Myriad Barriers' of the scripture could stand beside him in a fight and last a while longer.
This was because he was famously known by all scriptures by the title of 'Strongest human', only the Extra seat could defeat him in a one on one fight.
It was only for the minor fact that she was a half-elf that she did not inherit the title of 'Strongest human'.
The grunt was followed by gasps and a radical change in facial expressions as they gape at the unwordable sight before them. They had heard of an atrocity that had occurred before them coming here, but the destruction that followed their gazes was not expected.
Each of the pillars holding the outside of the Cathedral was destroyed with the bricks made of it laying on the ground a few meters away, half of the walls were standing with ashes all over the stoned floors. The dome of the Cathedral was cut down with flames erupting from it, but that was the least of their shock as they look over at the spire of the Cathedral.
Bodies crisping from the everlasting fire set on them as they were pierced through the tip of the spire overlapping each other, in place of the bodies would have held a flag that represented the God of Fire, but there were no signs of that flag other than the bodies that took its place.
Inside were bloodstains that surfaced itself on the majestic carpet, it was clear that the magic caster bombarded the cathedral while humans were praying in it.
Beyond all this, the Captain surveyed the grounds from above not moving a muscle. There it was, the goat-man magic caster.
The goat-man noticed the presence of the scripture and turned his body away from the cathedral and to the position towards the captain.
"My deepest condolences." The goat-man says in a fakely apologetic tone mentally pointing at the broken down cathedral.
The captain understood this was a derisive attempt at making the other side lose their rationality and lower morale, and it worked, looking to the side the captain saw a man gritting his teeth having two other men held him back.
Any citizen of the Theocracy would be petrified or furious at the sight before them, the taunt would make anyone attack the goat-man without a thought.
"I am thankful for your sympathies," The captain sneeringly responds, "More importantly, why are you here? And why are you doing this?"
As the goat-man was about to answer a shout came from the side of the scripture.
"What are you doing fool?! Do not converse with dim-witted demi-humans, look at what he has done, give the order to attack already!"
"Shut, stay put." The captain swiftly jabbed before looking back at the goat-man.
"Now, do you have any intent to answer my question?"
There was a brief pause, the captain's spine trembled slightly when the goat-man opened his jaw.
"I only wish to establish my kingdom in this world, you mortals will only get in the way, and these 'gods' you talk about, pure silliness, I'll show you a wrath that even they cannot subside."
"I see." The captain replied as he tightened the grip on his spear, tension filled the air radiating from every being in the area, suddenly, as planned, the scripture broke into two large groups, one was lead by the Captain while the second group being lead by the tenth seat 'Strongest human'.
What was left behind were support casters including the fourth seat 'Divine Chant' protected by three scripture members.
Immediately Evil Lord Greed engaged with the second group.
The tenth seat charged at Greed holding his war axe high in the air swinging from the top-down, swiftly the axe smashed the ground creating heavy trembling in the ground, from where Greed jumped out to dodge a half meter crater appeared from where he slammed his axe down.
Before any other action could be taken the third seat from behind casts a [Fire Ball] at the running demon.
The [Fire Ball] hit the abdomen of the demon, the red-haired demon remained unfazed and flew to the sky using its bat wings. It then shouted.
[Call of Diablo]
Two red voids five meters tall similar to [Gate] appeared beside Evil Lord Greed.
Out of the demonic-looking portal walked out a group of large monstrous creatures, they all had similar features, teeth spouting out of the bottom of their mouths the huge pointy horns that protruded from their temples emitted an aura of hatred and pure sense of annoyance.
Their skin was red and was muscular much bigger than the tenth seat, like any other civilised being, they wore shoulder plates and metal armour covering their arms and legs.
After pulling out the axe from the broken ground, the tenth seat felt the tension, one of the demons sprang down with a huge thud and jabbed his right hand with their fists. His face smacked the ground as blood poured out of his nose, behind him were magic casters casting spells to hold the demons back.
He slowly stood back up and clocked away from the demon spawn, looking to where he left off, he saw that the continuous attack spells being shot to prevent the demons from advancing further.
"Deal with the master demon!" The third seat shouts as casts attack spells at the wave of demons, behind him was a team of ace magic casters who could cast spells up to the sixth tier.
He nods gruntingly, the flying evil lord heard this and flew back down with his arms crossed, a wide grin etched on his face, it was difficult to tell whether or not if he was happy with that smile but in these circumstances, it would be a probable guess to say he was enjoying this, the eyes under the metal visor would show it's true intentions.
"Are you challenging me by yourself?" The demon asks in a sneering tone,
"That's right." The tenth seat replied as he adjusts his grip on his axe.
Without warning, he springs into action and charges up to the red-haired demon, he swings counter-clockwise at the demon, the edge of the axe collided with the scythe shooting out yellow sparks from the hit, like kicking a ball towards a wall, the axe rebounds back.
W-What, how did he block it that easily?!
The battle-axe he wielded was a special artifact from the gods and passed down from generation to generation up from the gods down to him, other than the god's other artifacts, there has been no other known item or person that would be able to block his attacks.
Could it be that the demon stole that scythe from the gods?
The demon saccades his vision towards the human before parrying back, with a slash the scythe attempts to jab the side of the tenth seat's abdomen, he felt a small welt and skipped to the side dodging the attack before countering with a strike with the edge of the axe nearing the demon's face.
The demon stepped back effortlessly dodging the attack and like a spike, he bluntly stabbed the tenth seat in the abdomen.
The tenth seat's body arched, his eyes widened as he mildly coughed out blood, his knees lost it's power and gave up to gravity, but he wasn't done yet, he wasn't going to let a measly demon defeat him in a few strikes during the battle.
Dammit, this-, that, that must not be allowed to live.
Evil Lord Greed had multiple openings to attack and kill the man, but he did not take it. Demiurge had commanded him to toy with the 'Elite Black Scripture' to ensure their gratitude when a 'Godsend' comes to save them.
The man quickly stood up and with an iron-will carved in his heart he swiftly closed the distance between the demon and himself, he gripped the handle tensing every single muscle in his body, with sweat dripping from his forehead he loudly grunts as he once again swung at the demon.
That swing accommodated for all his strength, while the tenth seat was not able to cast any magical spells, he took over in the 'physical' side of the spectrum even barely rivalling the extra seat if he were to try enough.
A feeling of unease swept through his entire body encroaching his mind and nerves, he felt it, the demon once again blocked the attack, the axe rebounded from a hard surface, the axe blade smashed back down to the ground.
He glanced over to see how the demon blocked the attack, his eyes widened at the horrifying sight.
That monster blocked it with its bare hands!
The tenth seat staggered back words just barely holding onto his axe.
"Hey! Something wrong?!" A man shouts from the distance.
Next to him was the group of magic casters who were casting attack spells at the summoned demons, scripture warriors were on the front lines of that front defending the magic casters, the demons could have turned around and stabbed the tenth seat from behind, but they did not.
Warriors did try to break through the line or skid past it to help the tenth seat, but the demons did not let that happen, anytime they would try to do that the strength of the summoned demons would grow stronger along with their speed and catch up to the warriors beating them back.
This left the tenth seat helpless with no reinforcements.
"Run! Go now!" The tenth seat shouts as he casts [Teleportation]
"[Teleportation]!"
"[Teleportation]!"
"Dammit! Why isn't it working!?"
The demon closes the distance by slowly walking towards the tenth seat, he diabolically grinned as the scythe gravelled across the broken cement floor. The grazing sound travelled into the tenth seat's ears, every nerve vessel was exploding from the fear, he did not try to run and stood there watching the demon walk closer and closer.
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Slane Theocracy, Kami Miyako, Middle-Class District
"What are their coordinates?" An old man wearing expensive plate armour asked in a deep croaky tone.
"We believe they just passed the midgate and advanced fifty carvings of land, the demi-human army should be here in a few minutes." A soldier replied,
"Hmph."
After the announcement of an invading force suddenly attacking the Theocracy the Cardinals ordered the armies to prepare to face the demi-humans right on, the army group here was part of a division stretched all across the huge city of Kami Miyako.
Each street leading or had connections to any Cathedrals or other valuable bases in the city were to be defended, the street this army group was in was a long distant line towards one of the Cathedrals. At least a few hundred men were patrolling this area and expecting to fight.
Unlike the Kingdom's troops, the Theocracy better trained their armies and had much better equipment. While the Empire was technologically advanced in some aspects the Theocracy out-did the empire's tide in military aspects. The armour was expertly appointed, common weapons were made out of more rarer metals and countless tactics were created by the Theocracy to fight all kinds of battles.
Even without the use of any magic casters or Scriptures, the Theocracy would win a ground battle against the empire with little to no casualties. Their citizens were taught that if they die fighting for their country the 'gods' will reward them in the afterlife, this contributed to the motivation once joining the military. Every single man here is ready to die in battle.
The Captain of the army group looked around at the distance, it was just a row of houses and stone floors, the army was centred in a wide street that could fit five buses at its widest.
The rows of men straightened their back and readied their weapons, the armour's of the men would be heard tremoring with the ground, some of the men gulped as they looked on to the distance.
The Captain slightly squinted his eyes looking in the distance before he hears a stammering sound behind him.
"Good day captain." A hooded man greets.
After hearing the sudden voice the captain jumps and quickly turns around. The soldiers around him unsheathe their swords and point it at the hooded man. Examining the robe of the man who just appeared the captain spots something vague, a symbol that only the Theocracy's people know about.
"Hmph, took you long enough." The captain says as he waves his hand, in response, the soldiers assumed a relax position sheaving back their swords, but kept their gazes towards the hooded figure.
"The demi-human army is just a few carvings away from this position, the Holocaust scripture will deal with it from here, all we ask is that you order your men to kill any fleeing demi-humans." The hooded man spoke.
"Are you kidding me?" The captain replies in an angry tone.
"This is not a joke." The hooded man retorted.
"My men are prepared to fight an entire horde of demi-humans? Do not underestimate my command." The captain says as he grits his teeth.
The surrounding soldiers quickly nodded at that statement.
"I am not questioning your skill as a captain - This is an order from Cardinal Raymond." The hooded man calmly responds.
"An orde-" The captain stammers as he clenches his jaw harder, his fist shaking he continues, "Tch, fine, now get out of here."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
The hooded man turns around and disappears into thin air.
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"Oh-oh, there they are." A woman belonging to the Holocaust scripture points out looking at the distance of the city. She sits down on the roof-top less than a hundred meters away from the demi-human rampage and looks over to the other men.
The black robe with the Theocracy's symbol told anyone properly educated that she was from the Holocaust scripture, the men around her wore the same robe and insignia, they were spread out on the roof-tops of the buildings preparing to attack a mass of demi-humans and halt their approach towards the cathedral.
The Holocaust Scripture is a specialised military unit in the Theocracy only slightly different from the Black scripture. The Black Scripture specialized in specific missions in or out of the country and it required very unique types of people to accomplish them, the Holocaust scripture also fight specifically inside their country and specialise in anti-terrorism and guerrilla warfare, hence their use during the demi-human invasion.
Normally the Sunlight Scripture would be the ones here and preparing to repel the demi-humans, but unfortunately, they were wiped out by the Sorceror King.
"Heh, look at those uncivilised savages, they'll never learn the way of true peace acting like that." A hooded man next to the woman replied shaking his head while smiling.
Not very far from where the scripture members are at are demi-humans charging towards the cathedral intruding and destroying any building in their sights, even with closed eyes the tremors vibrated through the floors and buildings. Sounds of in-human screaming and shouting could be faintly heard coming from the demi-humans direction.
But there was something eye-catching that made another scripture member ask.
"Uhm, why are there still civilians here? Weren't they evacuated?"
Looking closely the demi-humans were entering houses on the way towards the cathedral, screaming children and mothers were heard from the distance as they were pulled out. The army groups were supposed to evacuate the civilians to the High-Class District before preparing defence positions.
The hooded beings on each building twist their head to the man who just spoke, tension fills the air as the woman's throat muscles tighten.
"Crap! Dammit!" The woman shouts, she swiftly jumps down and casts attack spells at the coming demi-humans followed by other scripture members. It was assumed that more civilians were still held up in the buildings.
"What are you doing idiot!" A hooded man with golden trimmings over the edges of his hooded shouted. This was the Captain of the Holocaust scripture.
"They are going to die if we don't do anything!" The woman shouted back while casting a fireball spell towards the demi-humans fifty meters away.
"Follow. As. Planned. Get. Back. Here." The Captain slowly exclaimed like a parent ordering a child to stop.
"B-But!"
Before the Captain could discipline the woman, his head is forced to the direction of the demi-humans as three arrows fly towards him, he strides and dodges both of them and before the other could pierce the middle of his chest he grabs the arrow mid-air.
"Dammit, they know that we are here." The captain grunts, "You all have permission to engage."
Upon hearing the command the Scripture members began casting all kinds of attack spells at the demi-human army, huge explosions covered the area as craters appeared, right now the demi-humans were only a few meters away from the woman who just jumped down, but of course, she flew back up to the top of the building.
In melee combat, the demi-human army would have had a slight advantage because of their numbers, but they were savages, the threat of air superiority was nothing in their minds so the attack spells coming from above created an overwhelming disadvantage for them. Demi-human blood and flesh could be heard splattering on the walls of buildings as people hammer their windows down with wood hoping that they do not break into their houses.
"Is this all we have to do?" A hooded man next to the captain asked.
"Yes," The captain replied as he casts [Lightning Strike] towards the demi-humans creating a chain reaction killing almost a hundred. "This is only a fraction of the demi-human army, Though I'm sure the Black Scripture would be able to easily take out the leader."
"I would be surprised if they couldn't" The man jokingly says.
Like artillery barraging a position, the street was a warzone, the continuous spells from the scripture casters did not stop, killing hundreds of demi-humans, at this pace the entire sector of demi-humans in this area would be wiped out and they would have to continue to another sector of the town.
In other terms, this was just slaughter.
As the captain was about to say something, he hears a screeching voice from behind.
"No no no, this isn't right."
In fright, the captain quickly turns around, he did not feel anything or anyone behind him, only alarmed by the small sentence the being behind him said. He has been specially trained for stealth much less countering stealth, other than specific members of the Black Scripture, he was the best of the best which is also why he was was elected as the Captain of the Holocaust scripture.
His spine shuddered at the thought of a non-human being better than him in that aspect.
In front of him was a demon with unique features, it had four horns protruding from its temple with red hair extending to his shoulders, it first it looked like it was wearing a purple robe but from the distance between the captain and itself, he was able to identify that it was just a blanket covering his entire body except for his head. The contrast between the pure white skin and the black circles under eyes showed that it was very tired, the demon squinted at the Captain waiting for a reaction.
Disappointingly the Captain did not know that this was Evil Lord Sloth. But was extremely curious and cautious.
"Who are you?" The captain aggressively asks as he draws out a magical sword from his waist pointing it towards the demon. Melee Scripture members jumped from their positions and surrounded the demon. The magic casters sensed another beings' presence but were occupied with the raging demi-human horde.
After sensing countless humans around him, Evil Lord Sloth heavily sighs looking tiredly down to the roof of the building he was on.
"That... is something you do not need to know." The Evil Lord replies.
The captain looks at the demon wondering where it came from.
"By the decree of the gods', you are hereby declared as a subject and detained by the Theocracy." The Captain says as he gestures for scripture members to seize him, "The Cardinals would like to ask you a few questions."
We have to study this monster.
Keeping their guards up the scripture members slowly approach the evil lord keeping their swords pointed at him, before they could grab a hold of his hand, a pure black sword appears. After seeing it the captain jumps back only to see the demon stab one of his scripture member's stomach.
"Gaurghh!"
In a blink of an eye, the demon charges towards the closest man and swings his sword, with no reaction time the scripture member's guts fly out falling and landing down on the streets.
[Holy Ray] Another man shouted, from his hand a bright beam of light almost like a laser instantaneously shoots out towards the tired-looking demon. The beam hits the demon and from that, the captain felt a temporary hint of relief.
The stricken demon turns his glare towards the man who shot him, his face did not show any sign of discomfort, just mild anger. It did not say a word and closed the distance between the caster swinging its sword towards the neck cutting the human's head off, blood sprays all over his robe as the corpse slops to the ground.
"W-We didn't even see him." A man whispered before noticing that the same black sword that just decapitated partner's head just entered through his heart.
The edge of the rooftop was not far away from the captain.
The captain takes a few steps back looking at the horror in front of him.
Blood and gore escaped from the screaming scripture members with him on the roof, they were begging for help, the stench of blood engulfed his senses and his eyes narrows towards the countless of corpses lying there. His legs felt numb and he was unable to escape via [Fly] or [Teleport] due to his lack of skills in the magical area.
He could cast spells up to third-tier but only knew attack spells, not transport spells.
The demon takes a deep breath, breathing in all the fume released through the blood of his victims and turns his gaze towards the slowly fleeing captain.
Like a predator approaching a cornered prey, the demon leisurely takes strides towards the captain.
The captain grips his sword as he looks on.
Quickly the demon charges towards the captain and speedily swings his sword creating a minor shockwave, the blood on nearby corpses flow out through the sheer force and splatter to the side of the roof.
Both swords collide with each other with one of them staggering and shaking as they fight.
The demon swings from the top-down roaring it towards the head of the captain, the captain quickly raises his sword, there was a loud clang as both magical weapons collide with each other.
Both swords are rustling loudly, desperately trying to win through force.
"Dammit." The captain spouts out as he tries to push back the pure black sword, but it was tactless as the smell of grinding metal through the blade entered his nose. The drips of the blood of his colleagues fall onto the captain's face.
At this point, the magic casters had left their posts and flew back up to the roof to protect their captain.
They cast attack spells towards the demon but were neglected and disappeared upon touching it.
[Summon mid-tier demon] The Evil Lord mumbled as he continued slashing at the helpless captain who could only block the relentless attacks.
A small red portal appeared behind the Evil Lord and at least level thirty common-looking demons from Yggdrasil lashed out at the scripture members.
Unable to fight in close combat the magic casters grunted as they stumbled back and before they could cast [Fly] to escape, the demons ravaged at their corpses, ripping out the guts of the scripture members, they too joined the grouping of bodies laying around.
"No!" The captain screamed.
He grunts as he tries to push back the demon but it was futile, the physical strength of that thing was beyond his.
Using all his strength the captain staggers to the side and charges forward towards the bodies and away from the demon. Then his mind reached a fatal conclusion.
Wait, if all my scripture members are here...
His eyes went wide as droplets of sweat appear from the top of his forehead, the smell of blood is overflown by the taste of sourness coming from his throat. Then as predicted.
Screaming. Ravaging. Groans.
Glancing down to the side he sees the trembling of the floor as the demi-human horde no longer being halted by magic inflating the streets and heading for small army group ahead.
The buildings that were once barbed with wood and protection were being loudly cranked open. Humans screaming and shouting as they are pulled out of their homes.
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"Begone you dammed demi-humans!" A lone priest shouts.
The demi-humans ignores the priest's words as they charge up towards him.
[Summon Angel 3rd Tier] The priest chants.
A two-meter tall angelic being appears levitating next to the priest, the scorching duel flame swords shine bright and could light up an entire town hall if dark, the angel wore full plate light blue-tinted white armour, the wings are yellow like the halo hovering around its head.
"Kill them!"
Adhering to his master's orders Archangel Flame raises his swords and charge up towards the demi-human.
The demon on the roof senses this and casts a red light beam at the angel causing it to fall to the ground, the demonic spell the demon cast weakened its armour. Successfully killing a few dozen of demi-humans before being overrun by the rest of the horde.
Grabbing its wings the demi-human rip it off and tear the armour and clang it towards the floor.
The faint hope that appeared to the other humans in the buildings had disappeared like a candle in rain.
But before the demi-humans had a chance to continue devastating the area and humans, a bright blinding light appears from the sky.
Covering the sun was a pure white silhouette with its arms stretched out slowly floating down. The Evil lord glances over and demi-humans halt their approach but continue to ravage.
The white light spreads itself out not letting even a corner of the street stay in darkness. The lone priests turn around and stare in awe, falling to his knees he loudly mutters.
"The God of Light! The father of light is here!"
Prostrating himself the fears from before disappear, as does the captain's fear.
A bright ray of holy light shoots out from the being radiating a white aura piercing the Evil Lord causing it to purposefully desummon.
Four sets of wings could be seen protruding out of the holy being, to a normal human's eye the body would have looked pure white with some dignified features.
Without a word, the angelic being shoots a blinding light, similar to an area attack spell, the wide arrays of light shoots out from one point and spread out engulfing the demi-humans with the bright light.
After some screaming the demi-humans slowly disintegrate into the air, like ashes flowing through the wind, the demi-humans piece by piece disappear once the light touched them.
The captain stayed down in respect, he did not know who this was but he assumed it was a protector sent by the Six Great Gods, the priest did the same.
"You are safe now." The angelic being speaks, its voice was sweet and pleasurable, if a woman heard the word 'Love' from it, their hearts would surely be taken away.
Where it stood could be considered holy ground to anyone who saw it,
"L-Lord o-of L-Light." The priest stammers keeping his head down.
"No, my servant, I am not the 'Lord of Light', I am the protector sent to guide the Theocracy in it's darkest."
"I am the saviour's servant, who has sent thee to protect the nation of the gods." The pure being said as it bent on one knee offering its hand to the prostrating priest.
The priest respectfully refused but the pressure coming from the being pushed him hard enough to grab the hand.
"Now go, run back to the Cardinals and inform them of this." The angelic being politely asked as a charming smile crept on its face.
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Slane Theocracy, Kami Miyako, Outside the Cathedral of Fire.
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"Guargh!" A long-haired man screams as he staggers to the side, heavily breathing he charges up towards the goat-man. With blood and sweat between his palms, he grips his spear, the spear piercing through the air as he attempts to hit the goat-man's stomach.
Like all the other times, the goat-man stood there, completely unaffected by the piercing.
Behind him were bodies of his scripture members lying around, they were unconscious but not fatally wounded, the captain knew that by a glance through experience. Blood surrounded the corpses, their magical artifacts were still intact but were covered in blood, it would be difficult to spot them out without cleaning.
During the earlier stages of the fight, he saw that the second squad was eliminated nearly in an instant of fighting, but that did not cease his hope, he just fought harder than ever.
That demon was strong physically, as was the crow-headed demon, so he had tried a different approach, long-ranged magic attacks. As the melee fighters were 'fighting off' the goat-man, the magic casters bombarded the demons with fifth and six-tier attack spells.
But to no avail.
Those demons appeared to be unfazed and continued fighting the remaining scripture members.
After a while, the demons got the advantage over the Black Scripture and plummeted them all one by one unconscious to the ground, leaving only the Captain standing.
"You may want to give up." The goat mockingly sneered. The demons standing over the bodies gave a long, derisive laugh as they lightly kicked the bodies.
"T-The gods will condemn y-you." The Captain said in a bristling tone. He took a strong stance like a karate man would take when preparing for a fight, except he had a spear, but it was all for show as his head was pointing downwards from exhaustion.
His hair covered his entire face, tying it up would show a face of a contemptuous man prepared to kill. The left plated shoulder pad he had during the fight was damaged intensely with blunt marks and bents all around along with a few noticeable scratch marks.
To the naked eye, the fight was over.
The fire on the sizzling corpses pierced on top of the cathedral had gone off, what was left was a crispy human-shaped body hanging there.
"Arrghh!" The captain shouted as he mindlessly charged at the goat-man, again.
"This is getting boring," The goat-man said as he yawned. "Restrain him."
The two evil lords teleported besides the captain, Greed sucker punches him, the captain plummets to the ground as blood squirts out of his mouth covering half of his face.
The captain slightly adjusts his head looking to the sky and smirks.
"Heh, you're done for."
"Hm?"
Two piercing swords fly from the sky, penetrating the air it creates airwaves flying towards the two demons.
In a blink of an eye, the white holy swords thrust into the middle chest of both Evil Lords, Demiurge sensing his cue, purposely desummons them forcing them to deteriorate into black ashes that disappear into the air.
"What!?" The goat-man screams as he staggers back. "Who are you?!"
"A servant of the Great Gods!" The angelic being shouts.
A bright light shines over the entire area, the goat-man covers his eyes trying to get a view at the pure white angelic being from above.
Two more swords fly down from above piercing both legs of the goat-man,
[Magma of Hell] The goat-man screams as he struggles to stay standing.
From his hand, sizzling hot lava shoots out almost like water towards the sky at where the mysterious angel just appeared.
The angel raises his arm and swipes it, causing the lava to disintegrate into thin air.
Without a word the angelic being casts a blinding light and a pure white lasering beam hitting the goat-man,
"Aarrggghhhh!" The goat-man screamed as it too seemed to disintegrate. But in fact, it was just Demiurge teleporting back to Nazarick.
The captain who was lying on the floor with the assistance of his spear and with only his head up tries to stand back up, but after getting up on one knee a ripping pain could be felt in his thigh muscles. Before he could face-plummet back to the floor he feels something soothing and elegant hold his chest keeping him up.
"Don't push yourself." The angelic being said as the blinding aura of light dulls showing an attractive face of a young man with a warm smile, this was Asher, "You are safe now."
"G-God of L-Light." The captain stammers.
"Hush," Asher said as he lays the captain down on the floor.
With blurring vision the captain closes his eyes and falls unconscious.
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Great Tomb Of Nazarick, Ninth Floor, Spa Resort
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"Uwah" A skeleton with a deep majestic voice groaned as it looked up towards the ceiling.
As always, slime baths are the best!
Only one figure could be spotted sitting in the vast area of the room immersed in water. That was Ainz Ooal Gown.
"Miyoshi." The undead called, the deep voice echoed countless times in the large open room.
Ainz looked at his knees which was submerged underwater and saw a vague hand-sized transparent blob climbing across his leg, the slime's colour resembled the waters light blue colour. The infamous 'Miyoshi' was scornfully hated and glared at contemptuously by any other female denizens of Nazarick. If Eclair did not exist then Miyoshi would be the most hated being in Nazarick.
Albedo herself was furious at the fact that a mere Saphire slime could 'lick' the body of the Supreme One. The hatred even spanned so far, reaching the Pleiade's ears. Solution had lost control and disobeyed Ainz by hiding Miyoshi from him, when asked specifically to hand Miyoshi back, Solution declined, it took far more convincing to persuade Solution to hand over Miyoshi.
That was the time Ainz was wholesomely glad towards Tabula Smaragdina for not making Albedo into a slime related NPC, who knows what would have happened if it was 'her'.
Technically Ainz did not need to take a bath because he was an undead and also he rarely ventured out of Nazarick after the situation with the Holy Kingdom, but occasionally dust and daresay 'dirt' would attach themselves to him, so it was only sanitary that he would take occasional baths, but his inner Japanese self forced him to bathe himself anyway undead or not.
Ainz was sitting in a large marble tub that could fit all of the Supreme beings if they ever gathered, Ainz mused about this, and slumped his head down after the wind of loneliness flew past him.
After a few seconds, he snapped himself out.
Right! Anyway.
The Sapphire slime, named Miyoshi by Ainz, stretched itself over Ainz's right arm burning out any dust that could have settled in
"Ah," Ainz murmured. "How do I put this... Perfect- No, gratifying, it feels just like that.."
This is the best! I wish there is some spell that turns me into a human... enjoying this as a normal human being would be more pleasurable.
Ainz grabs Miyoshi and drops it on the top of his skull, the sapphire slime senses what needs to be done and starts cleaning.
There were countless other types of baths such as the Amazon River, Roman Bath, Yuzu Bath and Carbonated Bath, but Ainz had decided to go for the marble bathtub.
-Fuu, I'm glad I found out about slime bathing earlier, I would not want to be spending nearly an hour scrubbing my spine each time I bathe.
The Sapphire slime slowly made its way to Ainz's spine cleaning every nook and hole.
Demiurge... What do I do with him... Ainz thought as a quantity of stress subconsciously appears in his mind weighing him down, before he could do anything else Ainz receives a [Message]
Surprised by this Ainz leans forward and crosses his legs.
[Ainz-sama.]
Ainz heard the voice of a woman, very elegant tone of voice. He knew who it was.
[What is it Albedo?]
[Demiurge has returned, he would like to chat with you to discuss the continuation of the plan.]
Oh, plan, plan, by all means, make me suffer.
[Umu, I understand.]
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There you go. Seven thousand words, enjoy it.
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