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"Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better; the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most; that has made it possible for evil to triumph"

~Haile Selassie


Act I

Chapter 5 - Tutorial


Nero gritted his teeth as one of the minions had tightened his greaves a little too hard. His response was instantly harsh and the minion replied with forgiveness before loosening the greaves.

With the minions working away at putting on his new suit of armour, this allowed Nero to contemplate to himself.

While he thought the armour looked great and was still lightweight as he was used to allow him to easily move around in it, he couldn't help but feel saddened.

The armour that he once proudly wore; a gift given to him by Celestine herself after rescuing her from an ambush near Peronne, was no longer recognizable to him.

Instead of light grey with was now charcoal. Layers of extra plating were applied to sections where there was little to no armour.

It improved protection, and was more durable and stronger than before. As such it had sacrificed his armour's identity to him.

However, there was a single aspect of the armor that had Nero confused and this was the lack of a bracer on his left arm. When he asked Gnarl, the old minion answered him that it was going to be for a special gauntlet, just for him, and had left him at that.

After the constant struggle of the minions outfitting him in his newly, improved Evil armour, Nero, Gnarl and a handful of minions began walking.

"Gods it's dark down here" commented Nero "Thankfully I'm somewhat able to see in all of this darkness...somehow…"

"Something seems to bother you, sire?" Gnarl asked

"This is bugging me a bit, but how am I able to see very well in all of this darkness?"

"Ah, that's just one of the perks of your enhancement, sire! Such include strength, agility and much more!"

"And my predecessors all had these enhancements done to them?"

"Why yes! All of them! Well, except the Black Baron...said something about gaining strength through natural means. He would sometimes barge into the homes of peasant and demand 'proteines' whatever that is... but this way is quicker sire! Removes the frailness from you"

"...please stop making fun of my previous state" Nero simply groaned. He changed subjects. "So am I going to start doing overlord stuff now?"

"Not yet sire, first, you must learn a few things beforehand. A good Overlord must go through the instructions. After all, we wouldn't want you to end up being eaten by a giant weasel because you didn't know how to command your army..."

"Right...so where are to be exact? Some random cave in the middle of nowhere?"

"We are currently underneath a castle ruin a few minutes from the River" Gnarl explained.

"Well, this doesn't look like the castle basement. This looks more of a cavern than a castle basement"

"Well, to be fair it's quite an ancient castle...so old none have lived here for the past 400 years. Belonged to some old lord who cheated on his wife. Unfortunately for him, she was a mage and she turned his humble fort into a smouldering ruin. Hah! What a Git!"

"I see." Nero nodded. "Does this place have a name?"

"Some rubbish in elvish. Knife-eared fools. Always coming up with dense names like 'Tilmnarto' or 'Aurndil'. Pff, always so over dramatic and complicated."

"Complicating as the elvish language might sound, I think it sounds alright in my opinion"

Gnarl turned around and gave his master a puzzled yet depressing look.

"Oh, my poor innocent Overlord. I envy you for being able to speak with these oversized faires without getting a headache. It's especially bad when they start with their poetry."

Nero glared at the old minion but chose not to say anything in response.

Reaching a flight of severely ruined stairs they ascended up, with Nero being careful with his footing. After a few minutes of climbing, they finally reached the top.

"Welcome sire to your glorious seat of power! The throne room! From here you will be able to scheme the downfall of your enemies and plan how to exploit your underlings! Oh, how I missed exploiting manual labour onto the local populace..."

Nero could only gawk, not at how large the throne room is, but at the current state, it is in. Creepers covered much of the walls, stones were cracked and left in a state of disrepair and the throne itself...well what throne? Just an utter pile of rubble and rotten wood.

"...it looks like shit"

Gnarl looked at the overlord, before placing his hands behind his back.

"...To be fair sire, we haven't exactly cleaned up around here, after all, we Minions do enjoy dark, dirty corners where we can bash tiny critters into oblivion...or just eat them. However, I will agree that we will probably need to give you a proper replacement for that sad excuse of a throne."

Gnarl turned back to where they came from.

"QUAVER, YOU BRAINLESS GIT! GET YOUR SORRY EXCUSE OF A BUTT HERE!"

The Jester from before skittering into the room, with some sweat rolling down his brow.

"Yes Gnarl, what do you need?"

"Get the Overlord a proper throne! And remove that sad excuse of a chair there from our master's glorious presence! "

Quaver shook his head and ran towards the back of the room. The sound of glass breaking, a cat getting hurt and another Minion getting mutilated by the chaos in the room caused Nero to wince. After a minute, quaver came back with an old chair.

"QUAVER! I SAID A THRONE! NOT A STOOL YOU MENTALLY CHALLENGED APE!"

"Sorry! Sorry! It's all we currently have!"

Rushing to the trash-throne, quaver gave it a good kick, causing it to fall apart and roll down the room. There was an even a family of rats that had been nesting inside that fled from the poet brown. He then placed the stool down.

"Voila, my lord! I hope all is to your liking."

Nero walked up to the newly placed throne. He gave it a look, then touched the armrests and the seat itself before finally sitting on the throne. The effect was instant and it broke under his weight. As it did, a host of termites scurried away.

"He's going to smite !" Quaver screamed before running away, flailing his arms uselessly around before slamming into a pillar and cracking his skull open. Bits of grey matter and been splattered on the ground.

"Is he ok?" Nero asked Gnarl

"Quaver? No, he's dead. Quite so." Gnarl said before slamming his hand into his face.

"What the, he's dead, what's wrong with you!?"

"Well sire, Minions will gladly die for you in battle! In fact, having been killed by or for the overlord is a great honour! Still, it's not like we can't revive him or anything...MORTIS! GET IN HERE!"

Out of the shadowy hallway, a cloaked figure entered, wielding a rusty old scythe and with glowing yellow eyes. He was like all the other Minions short, yet had blue skin.

"Ahh, I see Quaver panicked and cracked his skull...again." The newly named Mortis said as he hefted the scythe over his shoulder.

"Wait, what is going on?" Nero asked. Nobody responded to his question. Mortis made his way to the dead Quaver. His right arm stretched out and hand opened, blue light suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand. Mortis then placed his glowing hand onto Quaver's head and to Nero's shock, Quaver's fatal wound was being patched up.

After a minute, Mortis withdrew his hand and swiftly kicked the Jester in the ribs.

"Wake up." Mortis said.

"Huh? Oh, Hey Mortis!" Quaver.

"Get up, you're embarrassing yourself in front of our Lord"

Nero stood as still as a rock. Hopes of him being able to bring back his allies started to enter his mind.

"You can bring the dead back together?!"

"No, only minions. You see sire, unlike normal mortals such as yourselves we minions don't have souls but something called a life force." Gnarl explained.

"Oh...I see…so a life force and not a soul you say? "

"Aye sire, Lifeforce are fragments of a soul. When a creature dies, all the parts that the soul won't need in the afterlife will become Lifeforce. It is required in order to produce more loyal minions, but we'll get to that part eventually"

Nero nodded. Gnarl then turned to Mortis and whispered something to him before sending him off.

"So what's special about this place," Nero asked Gnarl, observing a large ruin door in front of him. "other than being a mess of a throne room?"

"Ah yes, the Throne Room, the centre of your dark domain. It leads to your Private Quarters, the Spawning Pit, and other places within the ruins. Before you is the tower portal, you can teleport to various places and-"

"Hold on a second, teleportation? Impossible. That form of magic was lost ages ago"

"Lost to you, yes but not to us. However to do so we would need the Nether Heart, but we have unfortunately lost that relic, which is why we must find it as soon as possible Sire. Also, you mentioned about teleportation shows how much mortals had regressed over the years"

"We haven't regressed!"

"Back then you had weapons that can breathe fire, ships that could fly and very creative ways of killing 'witches'."

Nero merely grunted in response.

"Sounds ridiculous… But you know what? Fine. So we can teleport anywhere?"

"As long as that area has a Tower Gate then yes we can Sire, But we still need the Nether heart for it."

Nero sighed. "Great, more work to do".

As both waited for the Blue to return, Nero couldn't help but stare at the ancient scorch marks, littering the place.

"So this place was destroyed by an angry housewife?"

"Unfortunately, yes, but this is merely a setback. As our new Overlord, you must rebuild your tower, punish Volt and his allies and establish your dark domain!"

"It may sound simple, but it is far from easy. Many will try to stop us and even destroy us. Which is why we must prepare and be ready for them."

"Gnarl! I brought what you requested" Mortis exclaimed, skulking back into the room with a spiked gauntlet, a burning orange gem embedded on it.

Mortis handed the gauntlet to Gnarl.

"Mortis, at least you're reliable!" Gnarl spoke. "But you took your sweet time didn't you."

"Not really" Mortis replied, "I had to take a shortcut because of the goblins."

"Hmmm, I see. We'll have to finally take care of them later on"

"Wait a second… You guys have goblins here?"

"Yes, but the brainless twats don't know we are even here, to begin with," Gnarl answered. "Anyways, what I have here is your gauntlet sire. With this, you'll be able to command the Minions."

"Uh, don't I already command you though?"

"Of course you do sire! But it lets you control them directly! You won't have to shout any commands and such, just think what you wish to happen and the minions will know! Go on, see if that hand of yours can fit in. I assure you there weren't any spiders inside."

Gnarl giggled at the end, prompting Nero to scowl at him.

Without any hesitation, he comfortably slips the gauntlet into his left arm.

Pain shot through it as metal tore into his arm and filled him with magical energy. His whole body glowed orange and the gem on the gauntlet became as bright as a star.

A shockwave knocked most minions in the area down and the gauntlet hummed with malicious intent.

It let out a noise that sounded like someone blew a horn straight from the infernal abyss itself. The pain had disappeared. The only thing Nero felt was pure, unfiltered, raw, power.

"What...the hell happened?"

"Oh, it accepted you as it's master. Looks like you were born to rule as an Overlord."

"What would have happened, if it didn't accept me?"

"It would have incinerated you from the inside out and stolen your soul."

"It would have what!?"

"Hmmm, what you know, just the right size?"

"Don't dare changed the subject it would have what!?"

"It's a bit of magic sire, the gauntlet just changes its size to accommodate the wearer's hand size. Now then, I believe it's time that we have you acquainted to the different areas of the Dark Tower."

With that said, Gnarl began walking away, Nero's glare following suit.


Later

It wasn't long till they arrived at their destination; it was the remnants of a giant, ruined, Crypt. Just like the rest of the building, the walls and ceiling looked like they would crash down any second, as time has not been kind. The sandstone walls were dry and cold, not unlike a wine cellar. The Chamber had been built like a square with sarcophaguses dotting the chamber in an orderly fashion.

Yet due to the minions, the graves had been desecrated as ancient corpses had been either played with, destroyed or gnawed on. In each corner of the crypt were four strange structures. A brown intestine looking pile, a red coral thing, a green vine-like hut and a big blue flower with tentacles.

"So what's all this?"

"This here is the spawning pit, sire" Gnarl began. "This is where you can spawn your loyal and trusting minions!"

"So basically this is where you all come from?"

"Indeed! After your predecessors...demise...we decided to keep the minion hives together! Makes building our-I MEAN YOUR, evil empire! ...easier."

"Uh-huh…."

Both said nothing for the next few seconds.

"Anyways...each minion type comes from a different hive. They may all be stupid and loyal, but each minion is different degrees of stupid." Gnarl motioned the Overlord over to what looked like a giant brownish pile of guts.

"This is the Brown Minion Hive! Your Browns are your main fighters and are as sturdy as the earth itself! While they may have the smallest brain-to-body ratio of all the minions, they love bashing more than anything and will willingly die in your name just to please you! They are as strong as an ogre and as fierce as a tiger...and as stupid as a sheep."

One of the browns walking by, perked at the mention of sheep.

"Sheepies?! SHEEPIES?! WHERE?!"

Nero couldn't help but slam both his hands onto his face.

"Oh, lords…"

"But without a doubt sire, they are some of the finest and greatest minion's anyone could ask for!"

"I will be the judge of that"

"Now then, you may begin by summoning forth a minion. To do this, just mentally call upon as many as you like"

Nero did as instructed, and in an instant ten, minions flew out of the glowing pit on the ground.

"Excellent, as of right now you can only directly control 10 minions. Now then tell to return back into the ground".

Nero did just that and two browns clambered back into the hole.

"Doing this will free you up to space in your horde for other minion types, which we will cover later. Now then, follow me, upstairs master."

"That's all?"

"Nope, not quite" Gnarl answered. "We are going to the dungeon area next"

"Wait, there's a dungeon here?" Nero asked while scratching his helmet,

"The previous Lord of this place had a small arena where he would pit smaller monsters and wild animals against each other. When this place got grilled, the creatures perished with it." Gnarl said as they were both going up the stairs.

"So what is in the Dungeons?"

"The Goblins, sire! When this Castle started to fall apart, a small cave system managed to connect with the dungeon after a rather nasty earthquake. The greenskins then found this place and made it their new home. We're going to finally exterminate them once and for all, but first, you'll need your weapon"

The second that Gnarl finished speaking was the moment that a group of brown minions came in holding a very large sword. Nero couldn't resist massaging his forehead.

"...What happened to my sword?"

"You mean that knife you had? Why Giblet melted it down sire! And reforged it into this piece of work" Gnarl explained. "It's not anything special sire, but I'm sure you'll find some special weapons lying around once we get to the pillaging or we can craft one after we acquire a better forge."

Nero sighed before reaching out and picked up the weapon. He gave it a few practice swings, then twirled it, reverse gripped before heaving it on his right shoulder.

"This...is actually not a bad weapon. Surprisingly easy to swing and a bit lighter than normal"

"Now then, let's get to slicing and dicing some greenskins…"

One of the Greens sitting in a corner looked offended.

Dungeons

It didn't take long for Nero, Gnarl and the brown minions to reach the Dungeons.

"Here we are sire, the dungeons. The home of those wretched goblins! But not for long though!"

They reached the end of a ruined hallway but as Nero was about to turn to the next passage he had to cover his nose.

"Ugh, what the fuck is that smell!" Nero cringed.

Nero peered over the corner and was a small hill of rotting goblin corpses.

"What the? What happened here?"

"This is definitely new. They don't usually, pretend to be lemmings..." Gnarl said while poking at a corpse.

Nero examined the pile and upon closer inspection, he spotted a boney item before picking it up.

"This is a status necklace that is worn by a Goblin Chieftain"

"You know sire?"

"Yes, I and my company fought many warbands of goblins. A war chief's necklace determines not only that he is the supreme head of the goblins but also what unit he leads.

"The more decorations the higher the rank. They are usually lead by a shaman."

"I see you are very knowledgeable of your enemies, master"

"I have learned a lot about Goblins" Nero answered, "Not just them but other creatures such as Orcs and Ogres too…"

The Overlord placed a hand under his chin.

"Hmmm, it seems that our Goblin problem might be a lot easier to deal with now. Something like this-"

Nero indicated to both the corpses and necklace.

"Means that a coup had been staged and the old war chief of these goblins is dead. Judging by the number of corpses piled up here I'd say it was a costly one"

"Thus makes cracking their heads open, child's play..." Gnarl murmured while rubbing his hands.

Nero nodded.

Dropping the necklace, but as he was about to leave he heard a horrible shriek.

Turning around he saw three goblins standing at the end of the passage armed with rusted short swords and one of them was wearing a helmet. The Lead Goblin screamed something in its tongue while pointing at Nero.

"I believe we have lost the element of surprise, my lord," Gnarl commented while slowly waddling behind Nero's boot.

"You think?" Nero responded. The goblins drew their weapons and charged towards them.

"Sire, use your Browns!"

Nero did just that and the Browns quickly counter-charged the goblins. It was a blood bath from Goblin's perspective. They were overwhelmed as the minions swamped them with their clubs, and one of them used a rock as a weapon.

After a minute, there was a second and fresher pile of dead gobbos.

"That wasn't so bad" Nero exclaimed while crossing his arms.

"Don't celebrate sire, there are a couple more goblins to exterminate!" The advisor said while pointing deeper into the cave.

"Right" Nero nodded. He pointed to the nearest browns "You three-arm yourselves with their weapons, now then let's-What are you doing?"

Nero could only stare at the browns, fighting each other over which weapons they get, like children over a toy.

"Mine!"

"No Mine! Masta said so!"

"No! He told me! Hands off Moldy!"

Gnarl waddled over to his master and patted Nero's knee.

"If I may give you a suggestion sire? Give them all a good kick! That usually gets their tiny brains working again...or it might kill them."

"...this is going to take a long time getting used to."


Later

After his minion's...debacle, Nero finally proceeded forward with one minion who had the boot imprinted on its face. The way forward brought Nero to a somewhat large hallway. It was here that he found more corpses of goblin loyalists scattered across the area.

At the end of the corridor were two paths. Where they lead to was obscured by darkness. One of the corridors had a large banner hanging overhead, with a symbol of a red-eye.

Nero stretched his arms. "Just how large is this place?"

Gnarl scratched his chin "I'm not sure master. We haven't really explored much."

Nero made a note in exploring the dungeon once he was done with the Goblins.

"I believe that this is the way to go sire" Gnarl pointed to the hallway that had the banner hanging over it. Nero shook his head.

"No, we're not going that way, but there!" He pointed to the other hallway. "Typical Goblin deception tactic as a way of leading you to an ambush"

The Gray Minion smirked.

"My, very wise of you master."

The Overlord huffed."Like I said, very knowledgeable of my enemies" A noise got Nero's attention back to the second corridor, where a horde of goblins emerged.

"Looks like they figured we ain't falling for that!" Nero unsheathed his sword.

He quickly scanned the enemy group and identified seven armed with short daggers and sickles and four armed with short pointy sticks. They pulled their arms back and tossed their 'javelins' at their group.

Nero and most of the Minions dodged the attack, except for one who got turned into a dead porcupine.

The Overlord pointed his sword against the greenskins.

"Crush them."

The Browns surged forward and collided against the Goblins. Just like before, the greenskins were utterly destroyed, causing Nero's eyes to widen.

Gnarl smirked. "A coin for your thoughts, Master?"

Nero kept his focus on the battlefield. "Even with inferior weaponry, the Browns were able to overpower the Goblins."

Seeing that they had lost, those armed with the sticks ran up a nearby scaffold and began hurling them at the Browns. One quickly became another porcupine.

Gnarl bit his lips "They're getting away, sire. Well sorta… instruct your Minions to go after them."

Nero did so and the Browns followed the Goblins up. All but one managed to avoid death, jumping up to a nearby stalagmite. The Goblin aimed and threw its spear at Nero.

"My lord! Wat-"

Overlord grabbed the spear mid-air and hurled it back with such force that half of it went through the Goblin's skull and knocked it off from the stalagmite.

Gnarl let out a whistle "Impressive, master. Most impressive."

"You expect me to just stand here and do nothing? Ha! Please, as if." The Overlord slung his sword over his shoulder.

"Now you lot" Nero then pointed to five of the browns. "Scavenge their bodies for anything useful."

With a sloppy salute, the Minions went to work, miraculously not fighting over random pieces of garbage.

"Masta! Look!" A Brown exclaimed, holding up some gold coins to Nero.

"Ummm, thanks?" Nero took the coins.

"Masta, Masta!" Another Brown made himself known, presenting him with a small bottle with red liquid in it.

"That's a healing potion sire. Used to heal yourself of wounds" Gnarl explained

"Look! Master!" Finally, another Brown, who Nero remembered was named Moldy presented him with a small near-transparent crystal ball.

Gnarl had a sour look "I have never seen anything like that before sire. Its shininess disturbs me..."

"This is an illumination crystal." Nero held the crystal up and shone the cave up. "I have not seen one of these since my time of service in the Aurelian Empire. It works on mana though."

"Splendid! Perhaps this can be of use in future schemes!" The old Minion rubbed his hands.

A few minutes passed and the Browns had finally finished their looting. Nero then ordered them to take down the banner before treading forward.

And so they carried on with their raid. Everytime they would get ambushed, the Overlord and his minions would dispatch of the goblins with ease. They lost count of how many goblins had been exterminated, but by the amount of loot left behind, they exclaimed 'not enough'.

Soon enough, Nero and the Minions arrived in front of a large rotten doorway that was in a state of disrepair.

"Something tells me sire, that this is it" Gnarl croaked "This is where the last remaining goblins are, and is their main base as you can say. Shall we proceed, master?"

"No, not yet." Nero eyed the Browns. "Our numbers are thinned and their numbers remain unknown to us. Is there a way of replenishing my Minions?"

As if by some form of divine intervention the cobbled ground next to them burst open and out came a Brown wearing a yellow hard-hat holding a pickaxe.

"Grubby!" Gnarl waved. "Perfect timing!"

"Eh, sorry for da wait Gnarl! Me have to dig through some tough rockies!"

"Whatever! Master! Grubby here had just dug a gate here connecting to the minion hives"

Nero raised an eyebrow "Wait, he can do that?"

"Yes, although it takes a bit of time to create that gate. Anyways, go on and summon more minions sire! Oh and maybe spice it up a bit by calling forth the other minion types"

Nero at once called forth new minions to replace his losses; two new Browns, Reds, and Blues, and one Green.

"These are the other minions that you can summon. The Reds are master fire-benders, sire!" Gnarl grinned. "They can effortlessly mould the flames to their will and are 100% fireproof! They are more of a supporting cast, but aren't afraid to get personal."

Gnarl pointed to the Blues. "The Blues are excellent magic users, who don't need some little pointy stick and a dead language to cast spells. They proficient healers and necromancers! So if one of you minions bites, the dust a blue can just bring him back...as long as the body isn't too mangled... They are also the only ones that don't drown in water. However they are quite the wimps when it comes to combat. I would suggest keeping them back if I were you. "

Gnarl gestured to the Greens. "Finally the Greens, your sneaky stabbing master assassins! They can easily sneak up behind enemies and can camouflage themselves. Oh, and they're also immune to poison and toxins. However they do smell rather...pungent...and they hate showers."

Nero rubbed at the bottom of his helmet. "Is there a way of increasing my horde size? I can't just destroy the Black Dogs with just… this number of minions."

"You will need the Nether-heart if you want to control an army of minions, but like I said we need to find it."

Nero nodded. "Well then, let's get this over with."

He kicked down the door. As he expected, a horde of goblins wielding a variety of weapons waited on the other side. Loinclothed humanoids with darker green skin loomed over the green critters. Blisters and warts riddled their features. Their jaws jutted beneath their hooked noses, and beneath that, their bloodshot glares focused on their new prey.

Behind the horde of greenskins, standing on top of a wooden staging was a goblin wearing a headdress decorated with feathers and bones. It held a stick in its bony hands, crooked in appearance with a skull ornamenting the top.

Nero easily identified him as the goblin chieftain. The abominations, however...

He clicked his tongue at the monstrosities. "Hobgoblins."

"Yes, sire. I know." Gnarl shrugged. "An unexpected turn of events."

"And you never bothered to check?" Nero raised his hands " Oh wait, you were too 'busy' minding your own business."

Gnarl rolled his eyes."My 'sincerest' apologies, Master. How will you deal with these cretins?"

"You. The one with the helmet." Nero pointed at a Brown. "Go forward."

Said Minion charged forward, right in front of a Hobgoblin. Half a second later, the Brown turned into a red, pasty painting on the wall.

"Huh." Nero nodded. "I didn't expect them to have a taste in the fine arts."

Gnarl scoffed. "Oh, please. I've seen better pieces from cave trolls and their dung."

Gnarl turned to glance at Nero. "So what is your plan master? The Hobgoblins aren't to be taken lightly."

"I know that" Nero replied. "Normally, the Argyraspides would deal with Hobgoblins one on one, or we just have them impale themselves onto the phalanxes or just pelt them with arrows."

Nero scanned the room and spotted brittle columns, on the verge of collapsing, scattered around the area. Already a plan had formed in his mind.

"Any ideas, sire?" Gnarl asked.

Nero smirked "I may have one, but I'm not going to spoil what I have conjured up" Nero unsheathed his sword. "How about I show you?"

He then darted to the left, his Minions following closely behind him, towards the nearest column. Seeing this, the Goblin chieftain commanded the horde to advance forward.

Upon arriving at the first pillar, Nero quickly had the Minions to engage. The Minions eagerly rushed forward and clashed with the Goblins. The Minions would stab at the Goblin's sides, jump on their heads and tackle them, causing the Goblins to be overwhelmed.

What few Goblins were left after the Minion's stampede were saved by the Hobgoblins. Seeing them that close, Nero ordered his Minions to retreat to him. They obeyed and rushed back to their master, with the Hobgoblins and Goblins following closely behind.

When the first Hobgoblin trudged close enough, Nero slammed his entire body weight into the column and succeeded in causing it to tilt forward. The Hobgoblin realised too late and was reduced to paste beneath the column.

Nero smiled at his success. "One down, three more to go."

He then ordered his Minions to proceed to the next Column, who obediently complied and disengaged themselves from the Goblins.

They soon got to the second pillar and once again, Nero got them into formation. Just as he was about to send them off to engage the Goblins once more, a fireball appeared and crashed into Nero's chest. His breastplate wasn't damaged, however, he was pushed back a few feet.

Nero gritted his teeth. Now he had to deal with that Chieftain in the back. He ordered his Minions to attack once again. Once the Hobgoblins caught up, he did the same as before: pulling the Minions back, luring the green critters and then dropping the Pillars on them.

The Chieftain suddenly cried out and slammed his staff down. Upon this signal, more Goblins poured out from hidden hiding spots in the walls.

"More faky greeny, masta!" A Red exclaimed just as a rusty sword went through his neck.

The Chieftain proceeded to bark out more orders, and en mass the Goblins destroyed the remaining pillars.

Nero growled. "There goes my plan…"

"Regroup now!" The Overlord barked, cleaving five Goblins in half with his longsword.

His minions assembled.

"Hold them off" Nero ordered. "Do what you have to do, and kill them all"

The Minions gleefully cried out and charged at the incoming Goblins. Hopefully, in Nero's mind they could buy him enough time. Despite lacking numbers in this situation their ferocity made up for it.

Nero charged forward, straight towards the Goblin Chieftain. Goblins nearby, seeing that their leader was threatened, quickly formed a defensive line of jagged sticks and rusty spears. Worn weapons that failed to stop Nero's assault.

With a single heavy swing, Nero hewed goblins and weapons apart, shattering their feeble formation. The green critters around Nero were intimidated however thanks to the cries of their warchief they quickly regained their confidence and charged forward.

Swinging his sword , he sliced Goblins left and right. All that was left were cleaved and decapitated greenskins and entrails.

Turning around and raising up his sword with both hands, Nero blocked a rusty axe that nearly split his head in two.

The Hobgoblin had turned and went after him. It roared, its spit flying out into Nero's face. The brute was rewarded with a crushing knee to its groin.

It fell onto its knees, clutching its balls in agonizing pain. The creature was beheaded with a swift swing of Nero's sword.

With nothing to defend him, the Goblin Warchief attempted to flee for its life. It's actions didn't go unnoticed by Nero, who was finishing the last of the few Goblins that stood in his way.

Picking up a nearby rusted axe, Nero hurled it at one of the platform's legs. He succeeded in cleaving a leg off resulting in the scaffold to collapse, bringing the Warchief down with it.

Gnarl clapped his hands "Well done sir! You succeeded in defeating the Goblins!"

Nero looked behind to see Gnarl walking towards. He then looked behind Gnarl to see that his Minions were finishing off the last of the Goblins.

"Thanks" Nero responded "However it's not over yet"

Gnarl raised an eyebrow. Nero heaved up his sword, resting it on his shoulder.

"There a few things about Goblins that everyone forgets"

The Overlord walked over to the destroyed stadium. Buried underneath the planks was the Goblin Warchief himself. He appeared dead, in the eyes of Gnarl, however Nero knew better.

"Stop bluffing, I've killed many of your ilk to know of your bullshit"

The moment those words left Nero's mouth, the supposed "dead" chieftain suddenly sprang up, knife poised to bury itself into Nero's neck. Fortunately, the Goblin wasn't fast enough and The Overlord, grabbed the green filth by the neck. Nero's iron grip on the Goblin was more than enough for it to drop the knife.

Nero glared at the Chieftain.

"If you inferior, disgusting insects never existed in the first place" Nero whispered, slowly applying pressure to its neck. "Then those whose lives you destroyed-"

*Crack!*

The Goblin Chieftain went limp.

"Never would have had to suffer."

Nero flung the corpse aside.

"You alright, sire?" Gnarl asked Nero.

"...Im fine" Nero sighed. He grasped his trembling arm. "Just some bad memories coming up"

Nero sighed once more. "Grab whatever is in here. We're done here"

"As you wish, master"


END

Lore

#1. 1

Nero Argyros: A highly intelligent young man, he is the sole commander of the Myrmidons: the second greatest fighting force employed by the Seven Shield Alliance. Now, he is the Seventh Overlord and leads the Minions into battle against the Black Dogs.

Born: 2th February X975


Sorry, this chapter took so long! Summer Holidays and other activities of mine like Youtube, Fate/Grand Order and Friends took me away from finishing this Chapter. xD

But other than that, hopefully, you enjoyed reading this chapter.

Also just accepted my place into ITB; which is a college near where I'm living, and I'm so excited for the semester next month. :D