Heaven or Hell

by Scarabeye3000

An Overlord of Death, and a Fallen Angel leads Nazarick into the New World. OC.

4. The Sunlight Scripture (rewritten)

Disclaimer: Seriously, I would have owned tlhis if only I was rich, sadly I am not. So its not mine.

Title: Heaven or Hell?

Chapter 4 - The Sunlight Scripture

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Outskirts of Carne Village

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The Overlord and the Fallen walked towards the clearing with the Warrior Captain in between them. The mortal with them could not believe what he was currently witnessing, they were casually walking out into the open. Like a group of common men going out for a summer stroll, indeed, the feeling that he get from these two mighty individuals with him were like regular human nobles. It was as if they were just wearing masks and costumes as they walked into the shining sun. Though he could see with a practiced eye that this does not seem to be the case, for the one called Sammael walked slightly in front of the Lich. A classic battle formation whereas the magic caster would be expected to be in front of the melee fighter. Though their demeanor and words implied that it was only Master Sammael who would be fighting the Sun Scripture.

"So, Gazef-dono, what can you tell me about this Slane Theocracy~" the words were like pealing bells as Gazef's heart seemed to be aflutter and inspired by his words. It was like each and every vocal word he spoke, his heart was inspired to be at ease and safe at the presence of these two powerful beings walking with him.

Unbeknownst to him, Ainz looked at Sammael knowingly and said through [Message].

"Did you just use your passive?"

"shh..."

"Was that [Command Mantra]?"

"No, too forceful and not very subtle. It was [Word Manipulator]."

"Wasn't that a buff by increasing a significant amount to the charm stat?"

"No! It was a racial skill, since I'm technically half-angel and half-something else."

"No- no, they made an update on that. They call it [Word of Power]."

"Whatever, as long as it works."

Gazef cleared his throat and replied, "The Slane Theocracy is a human nation that lies in the Southern border of the Re-Estize Kingdom. It is a theocratic nation ruled by a council of six Cardinal and the Pontifex Maximus. Each of the 6 Cardinals represent one of the 6 Great Gods."

"Who are these Six Great Gods~?"

The Warrior Captain's senses seemed off but he replied anyway, "W-well, the Six Great Gods are the deities that once roamed this world. They instilled the Tier magic class and built their city upon where the Slane Theocracy now stands. Now each faction has its own military arm complete with Knights, Clerics and support personnel, and of course, there is their special units called Scriptures."

"And what are the Scriptures for~?"

"Some say the Scriptures are units that the Theocracy uses to combat threats to humanity," the Warrior-Captain grinned at that, "I personally think they are for assassinations. If in case the leadership of the Theocracy needs something done, then they call for their numerous Scriptures for the job."

Sammael then gave a low rumbling laugh, "You must be honored then, a whole Scriptures worth of men and material just for your demise? "

"Ah yes, it brings me anger though for me to think that I am such a threat to them that they would resort to such underhanded tactics to lure me out," Gazef shook his head looking regretful, "If only we caught wind of this much sooner, too much innocent lives are destroyed by these- these power plays they do."

"But to think that summoning creatures would be enough of a skill for you people?"

"Surely you jest Lord Sammael, being able to summon Angels, especially in such numbers is something that cannot be easily done by any common man. It is said that every member of a Scripture is worth 10 men at least in skill and power," it was Gazef's turn to chuckle at that, "As for me, I'll just stick to swords and shields. I don't think that I have the aptitude nor the talent to do a passable magic spell. In fact, I can't even cast a spell even if my life depended on it."

The Fallen continued walking and talking, "What else can you tell me~?"

Gazef felt his emotions surge, was there something wrong with him? "It is also common knowledge that the Theocracy advocates and promotes the extermination of all non-human or demi-human beings with sentience. It is said to go against the exact teachings of the Six Great Gods regarding the superiority of humanity. There were some rumors before of tribes of demi-humans that have been wiped out by the Sunlight Scripture and they are known to have carried out extermination crusades in the Beastmen Kingdom and near their borders with the Holy Kingdom."

"For such a nation to be active in clandestine operations-"

"-indeed, I heard one adventurer group managed to save a tribe of bunny warriors from the Sunlight Scripture. But I have not heard the story from the saviors themselves. I will tell you if I have more information."

"Umu! Maybe some other time you can continue this story Stronoff-dono, now we must delay this conversation," Ainz interjected as they came out of the tree line, "It seems the supposed 'rabble' are actually heavily armed and armored group of specialist."

Upon reaching the clearing they finally managed to get a clear view of their enemies, there was an approximately 50 to 55 men, a good company sized group not including the Angels as their summoned creatures, which considerably bolstered their forces. Numerous Archangel Flames hovered above ground and near their summoners as they all turned to the newly arrived. Surprisingly, the Warrior-Captain felt no anxiety nor fear, he actually felt he was awash in a wave of calm and steady state of mind, like something actually empowered him. Unknowingly, the aura of Sammael bolstered his emotions thereby steadying his already hammering heart, if in the event he would be removed from the calming influence of the aura then beads of sweat would have already formed on his forehead.

"Well then I shall be going ahead Ainz-kun," Sammael said lightly as he adjusted his armor to make it more presentable, "Gazef-dono, you shall accompany me, I sure hope we can attain a measure of victory without shedding a drop of blood."

"You would offer them friendship Sammael-kun?"

The Fallen chuckled at that, "Peace is always an option right? There is nobody saying we can't be civilized."

'Coming from a soldier huh,' Ainz sighed at that and watched the 2 of them walk away.

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As the two of them walked towards the enemy, Gazef felt no fear at the large army arrayed against them. He felt strange, like his emotion has been inhibited somewhat, but he was clueless on the source of his new found bravery. Well, perhaps it was due to the presence of his companion, mighty individuals they may be, brought forth less caution on his end. Again, unbeknownst to him though, he was covered under the Aura of Inspiration that was constantly undulating from the Fallen Angel. He was unknowingly empowered as the Warmaster walked forward of him and he was not considered a threat nor an enemy.

In a gesture of good faith, Sammael drew his sword and thrusts it to the ground. They continued their approach leaving the unassuming weapon where he drove it like a wooden stake. His heavenly raiment was concealed and his aura was suppressed to the absolute minimum it seemed non-existent. The only thing that seemed off-put with him was the demon mask he had with its pair of curved ornate horns that is actually a divine item that increases his evasion and cast a high-level of confusion on any enemy that can get through his aura. Though he is basically defenseless in Yggdrasil, he's still impenetrable in this New World, and of course he was still hoping that they can always talk things through. They arrived near the gathered soldiers as the Fallen Angel gave a small bow and promptly introduced himself.

"Greetings to all, my name is Sammael, I am here with the Warrior Captain of the Re-Estize Kingdom, I pray your good grace and will this day."

A tall man that held his head high walked from the back into the front, he had an obvious bearing of a high noble. He was garbed in an all black battle cloak with straps that held bottles of potion with unknown effects and strength. His cold gray eyes peered at them like a haughty cat and a grin full of contempt twisted his already damaged features, a scar that started on his lower lip that extends up to his cheek was quite prominent and would grab your attention right away. Blonde hair that was cut short, exactly how a career soldier would carry it.

"My name is Nigun Grid Luin," his voice was filled with mock amusement and pride as he introduced himself, "Commander of the Theocracy's Sunlight Scripture."

'Hmm, I see... Sunlight Scripture - SS huh?' Sammael wryly thought, "Greetings Nigun-dono, may we respectfully ask you to just leave and hopefully forget all that came to pass here- so many innocents have already given their lives."

The Warrior-Captain gripped his sword tighter as Nigun gave a twitch and a small laugh. Then the Scripture Captain began belting out laughter full of contempt and amusement towards the two of them. He gave them a nasty grin as he shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe this, have you both lost your minds? And who are you peasant to even consider asking me such a thing?"

"Well, I am a humble traveler that have recently passed by here," the Fallen then pointed behind him and shrugged his shoulders, "I also have a vested interest in a nearby village and I simply wish that no harm came to the people-"

"Foolish in-bred peasant!" the Scripture Captain almost screeched at him, "Who are you to demand such a ludicrous thing from me! Not even the nobles of my country would dare ask me so lightly, your squire has failed to amuse me Gazef Stronoff. You have nothing against me and you will both fall today!"

Stronoff looked confused at that statement, but kept his silence. Do none of them feel it? The tension thickened when they rebuked him? Or was it when they called him a peasant? He could not remember when it began, but it was so thick now he could slice it with a sword. Can the 'unknown human' who walked with him actually able to suppress his powers? Do they honestly not see the minute details on his armor, on his skin, even his mask was damaged. Like they have endured a great battle repeatedly, his armor also showed that they were repaired in some sections. And his scars that peppered the exposed parts of his body, they were so numerous that he lost count at 20 just on his upper arm alone. As a warrior, he could clearly see why Sammael would wear an armor that is not complete, for it shows a fake vulnerability that the enemy think they can exploit, therefore being susceptible for counter-attack and carelessness due to a false sense of superiority against him.

"You are such an imbecile Gazef, you do not know, but your own countrymen had betrayed you and comfortably laid you on our lap," Nigun grinned at that, "I expect nothing less, since you came from such a low-born status. I can never understand why you came to rest on your laurels-"

He stopped abruptly as the Fallen raised his right hand and cleared his throat quite loudly, "Nigun-dono, I pray that you would listen to reason and consider going back to the Theocracy for now. I assure you it will do you no good to harm innocent civilians."

"-the audacity! The audacity of this... this adventurer dares to overstep his voice over mine?" Nigun's forehead popped a vein as his temper rampaged on being cut off, "Listen to me you miserable dour-faced adventurer, I will deal with you soon enough after I sort our your own Warrior-Captain, so you will shut your filthy mud-born blood mouth and let the nobility speak!"

He then turned back to the Warrior-Captain and mocked him further, "You miserable fool, if you had just chosen to ignore the villagers in the outskirts of the Kingdom then your life wouldn't have to end here. Your nobles nor I could not understand it, but who would have imagined that a poor, mud-caked, commoner like you would be worth more than the lives of a thousand of your flea-infested peasants. If you truly loved your country, then you should have saved yourself and served your crumbling Kingdom another time!"

"I beseech you to digress and listen to me~"

"-such nearsightedness from a person of high office like you, needlessly dragging other people to your demise- including this sorry excuse of an incompetent adventurer who could not even afford to properly armor himself!"

"Will you not listen to my words and go through with this? Have you no reason left and merely wish to satisfy senseless bloodletting~?"

Nigun sneered at them again and walked back amidst his forces, "I grow tired of these senseless conversation with your peasants. Have the Angels slay them quickly- then resolve the issue with the nearby village later."

Members of the Scripture stepped forward and gestured towards the Warrior-Captain and his companion. Grabbing the hilt of his sword Gazef prepared for battle. But before he could react two yellow streaks charged towards Gazef as Nigun scoffed and turned away saying, "Verenden du bauerin der müll"

In a blink of an eye, the Fallen Angel was stabbed by two Archangels of Flame, they pushed and vied for position as the Warrior-Captain looked in horror at the sight of the impaled man in front of him, their energy swords glowing as they ran him through. The Scripture Captain grinned as the so-called 'peasant adventurer' was helplessly stabbed. Why would he waste time on someone who could not understand their distance against each other? Could he not see the supremacy he exuded? Well, it was not his fault that he took him lightly, rather it was the other way around-

"Why are you tarrying?" he looked at one of his subordinates and frowned, "Pull back that Angel and get rid of Gazef."

One of his acolytes saluted with his right arm raised forward with the palm held high, "Commander, we are trying to retrieve it, but it seems to be stuck in some way."

"What are you talking about?" the answer irked Nigun for some reason.

"Something or someone could be holding onto them."

All looked at the pair of struggling angels as they saw the supposed 'peasant adventurer' hold the arms of the two angels that dared to impale him with their swords. He seemed unfazed as they struggled as if their life depended on it, even Gazef stepped to the side a bit to get a good look as he looked in complete disbelief. The Angels struggled and tugged mightily against the unyielding hands of the Fallen Angel. A sudden chill seemed to grip Nigun's spine as his look at the adventurer seemed to slowly unravel before him as his aura was slowly felt by those nearest him.

"Impossible."

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"-so, it is true" Gazef gasped as his eyes widened in mixed disbelief and amazement, "No wonder I felt so at ease."

Right in front of him, even with 2 energy swords piercing him, he stood strong and immovable. Holding the 2 Angels easily, it was unreal how he could still stand upright. The fact that he was holding 2 enemies down, with their swords stuck to his body was an excellent proof of his strength. Mind you, energy swords wielded by Archangels of Flames can easily penetrate and cut through plate armor. Plus, his aura that he believed was previously suppressed is now beginning to leak, which means the probable enchantments he casts before would be undone and he would finally be revealed to him. This probability both excited and scared Gazef, if these people are as powerful as what he felt then, he could not even comprehend how he would carry himself in front of them then.

"Was it so hard to listen to reason?" the Warrior-Captain felt a chill crawling from his spine. His voice was sorrowful, yet there was an underlying anger coming from it, "Did I not try to be courteous to you? And this is how you repay my kindness?"

"Your ignorance is deplorable Commander Nigun, you have raised your hand against me and have threatened a village that I have vested an interest in," Sammael slowly turned his head to Gazef and looked at him with great sorrow, "Stronoff-dono, please step back to Ainz's position on the back. I shall put an end to this farce with the Sunlight Scripture. Tell Ainz that these racist-ass motherfuckers going to get an honest to goodness curb stomping, I'll give them a good shit smacking they won't soon forget."

The Warrior-Captain nods his head slowly and began to walk back to Ainz's position. He looked back and saw that their previous companions now stood with the magic caster, no wonder he was quite confident to send him to the rear. The lady in the black plate armor and glowing green bardiche didn't even turn his way as he reached them, but the magic caster regarded him with a bow of the head.

"So? What did he say?"

"He said that he would be smacking their shit-"

"-eh?" Ainz inner self looked stunned.

"And then curb stomp them good these racist-ass motherfuckers," Gazef shook his head confused, "My word, I can only conclude that what he said was a spirited statement that he would defeat these gathered men before us. But please do allow me to ask one thing Ainz-dono."

The Lich sighed inwardly, what did Sammael actually think of teaching the Warrior-Captain the more colorful language of the modern world, "You may ask."

"Will he be truly alright fighting alone Ainz-dono?" his brow furrowed as he looked back at the Fallen Angel, "To be honest, I do not wish to leave him alone. But his voice compelled me to move away from him, it was as if he implied I would be restricting him with my presence there."

"Gazef-dono," the Captain looked at the disguised Lich as he spoke with his deep voice, "Take what you will see today at heart, we trust your discretion at this. Do we have your word?"

Without hesitation and his eyes glinting all truthfulness and honesty, Gazef readily nods his head, "You have my word."

"Very good Warrior-Captain, now stand back and enjoy the show."

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Sammael felt Gazef walked over where Ainz, Albedo and Zadkiel were gathered as he gripped the two Archangels of Flame tighter. Grinning behind his mask, he felt that he did not need to exert any effort, nor waste MP on these soldiers. Willing the spell in his mind, he focused on the 2 Archangels in front of him and cast [Unsummon Creature].

The pair of Archangel Flames exploded into thousands of tiny lights as all the spectators looked on in surprise, as they vanished he raised one of his hands and beckoned for the Scripture to get him. Nigun, in a bout of anger screamed, "Send every Angel! Kill that- that abomination!"

A mass of gold winged soldiers charged the Supreme Being, they were so much faster in real life that the Archangel Flames were upon him in moments. But they suddenly stopped in mid-air as everybody saw something sprout from his back and his power spreading and undulating from where he stood. The members of the Scripture all took a step back and unconsciously huddled closer together as Nigun bit his lip to keep his composure. A power so culpable the wind picked up and forcefully swept through them as they felt the power of the Supreme Being unravel. The members of the strike team tethered on edge as their enemy glowed with an inner light and a bright halo formed above his head. Armor that looked uncanny and cheap suddenly showed numerous runes and glowed with an inner light, its patina now suggest that the armor is very old and have survived countless battles through the centuries. Its quality was like the old armors of the Gods themselves, pulsing with a dormant power they could see and feel where they all stood.

But what truly gave them pause was the individually feathered wings from the massive wings that sprouted from his back, they were unlike the energy wings of the Archangel Flames, they were first and foremost inverted and are a burnished gold in color. A single flap from the wings made him float a few feet off the ground and kept him at a steady hover. Gazef can only stare in disbelief as Ainz kept his silence, perhaps this was their plan all along to beat the Scripture into submission.

The Fallen Angel opened his right hand and beckoned for his sword to his hand, the sword that he stuck to the ground in good faith at the start of their meeting was now called forth. The weapon quivered and shook as it floated above ground then suddenly flew into his waiting hand. As the handle reached his open right palm, the force of the retracted blade made him raise the blade to his chest, as soon as the momentum bled off though he then swung it casually down back to his right. The air pressure of the passing blade cleaved through the ground, disturbing and cutting hard ground, soil, and rock. As if a great upheaval came down upon it, stones the size of boulders were lifted and then pushed away. All eyes present widened as the simple swing caused so much damage. Finally, a golden light shone down from the heavens and bathed Sammael in a golden fiery aura, then a pleasant smell for every human present permeated the air as they noted him flapping his wings.

He raised his left hand and spoke in a booming voice, "Ego Imperator Sammael, concedo mi numen. Adnuto mi Sanctus Potentia~!"

Not accustomed for having their power upstaged by any show of strength nor grand sight, they blinked dumbfound as Nigun was the first to recover. He noted that the Archangel Flames they summoned landed near the Fallen and knelt in front of the spectacular looking Angel.

The cold chill on Nigun's body returned as he turned to his most senior aide and ordered, "Pull them back. Reform the line!"

"W-we can't My Lord!"

"What do you mean we can't?" the Scripture Captain looked ready to attack him, "You dare question me? Pull back the Angels! Now!"

"We cannot sir-" the aide was sweating bullets, afraid of the Fallen and at his superior at the same time, "-we cannot because they would not follow our orders anymore sir."

Nigun gnashed his teeth in annoyance, he turned behind him and concentrated at his own summon, the Principality of Observation moved without any resistance. So, it would be simple logic that it would be easy to assert his will to another Angel due to his experience and rank. He then turned to the group of Angels kneeling before the Fallen and sent a forceful command order to retreat and reform the line.

Not one of the gathered Archangels twitched, nor acknowledge he was connected to them. They dare not move as they continued kneeling at thr powerful entity now standing before them. Refusing to give up though, he narrowed his focus and concentrated on one of the Angels. He tugged with all his magical might could muster, but the summon did not even acknowledged his presence. Suddenly he began feeling around him, it was faint at first, like he was blinded to it, but then it finally dawned on him.

Due to his link to the Angel, he can also see any entity linked to their summon.

A cold dread engulfed him as he felt the entity that has engulfed the being of the Archangel. Like a chess player holding one of the pieces of the game, he could not believe what he was seeing. It was as if a titanic being held the Archangel in its two fingers, its face was so far above his sight he could not see its entirety. It felt like there was an insurmountable wall in front of him. Like standing in front of the side of a skyscraper and looking up. It seemed to go on forever up into the sky and the end being out of sight. He raised his right hand and casts one of his commander skills, "Legio et caelum, exaudi mea, you are commanded to subdue these old Masters of yours. By all means necessary!"

"Cast command skills [Heavenly Commander's Might]"

The Archangel Flame saluted crisply and about faced towards the Sunlight Scriptures, fear swept through the ranks of the enemy as they saw their own summons being enveloped in a fiery aura. Their energy swords were now wreathed in roiling flames and its glow has intensified than before, spilling and dripping like it had been doused with crude oil. Plus, it had a more solid profile now, it transformed into a more substantial metal sword, burnished with gold as it glimmered in the low light. Sammael squealed inwardly at the effect of his commander skills on the summoned creatures, he raised his left hand then and said, "Cast command skills [Heavenly Commander's Protection]"

Armor that looked like blocks of cardboard and geometrically stiff took on the shape of a more master crafted armor. It was smooth and curved in places and looked generally well-made. Each and everyone who stood there could not believe what they were seeing, their summons who looked like large Minecraft creations are now looking more human, with complete appendages and forms. Though their helmets still obstruct their faces, they could see that their summons now have a neck and a certain jawline becoming visible.

Sammael grinned behind his mask and gestured forward with his hand, "Go forth and fear no darkness!"

Angel allies now stood in opposition as their summoned creatures began to turn against them. How quick was he to turn their former allies and servants into their own adversaries. They charged with inhuman speed and they were swiftly upon their human summoners, the Scripture members panicked for a moment but recollected themselves quickly. They raised magic circles around them and began firing offensive spells towards the charging Angels. Various spells rained down at the charging mass, yet they simply shrugged it off as if it was nothing, the Fallen Angel though looked smugly at Nigun simmering with anger and disbelief.

The Scripture Captain simmered because all the 3rd Tier spells the members of his group threw at them seemed to harmlessly bounce off the glowing armor of their adversaries. It seemed their armor has been made impervious to low-tiered spells by the command skills that were cast by the Fallen.

"Commander Nigun!" one of his acolytes turned to him in desperation, his voice cracking under pressure, "What will we do? Our spells have had no effect on them."

"Keep fighting! Engage them in melee if you must," he turned to his own summoned Angel and nods his head, "The Principality of Observation is still with us- Principality of Observation! Attack!"

The large angel with a war mace floated above them and positioned itself in front of their formation, it joined the other acolytes as they engaged the Archangel Flames in melee. The Principality of Observations was an angel in full body armor. It held an iron mace in one of its hand and a rather small round ornate shield on the other. A garment embroidered with religious images looked like a long skirt that covered its armored legs. Drawing magic weapons of their own the members of the Scripture are well-trained and disciplined soldiers in their own right. But against the charging group of Angels all training went out the window as it turned into a brutal melee. Sammael, Gazef, Ainz and Albedo looked on as the Archangels tangled and clashed with each other. The Warrior-Captain could not believe his eyes, he was speaking with such a powerful individual he could not fathom the power this man- no, this Angel could wield.

The fact the angel he previously spoke with, Zadkiel was his name, called Sammael his Master and Maker typically implies who is the leader and who is the servant. Another thought clicked on his mind, if what he's seeing is a portion of the Angel's power then what would Ainz-dono stature be? He called him a friend, an equal at best, so it would be safe to assume that their might combined could destroy the Kingdom, or Gods forbid shatter the world.

But who were they? If he would be able to survive this encounter then he would have to ask the scribes in the Kingdom's Library to know if they have even a sliver of information about them. Considering their power, the true question now is, why have they kept themselves hidden? Why reveal themselves now? Why did they decide to appear in the midst of the battle at Carne Village? With so many questions, he finds he has so little time to think. It seems Gazef can only pray that he would survive in case these powerful beings decided to focus their sights on him again.

On the other side of the melee, Nigun grinds his teeth in frustration as he watched his soldiers being hammered by the superior Archangels Flame. He clenched his fist in anger, just who is this- 'thing' they are fighting with, how can it exert its will against them and command the Angels they so painstakingly summoned. Stepping back behind two of his followers that did not join in the skirmish, the Captain rummaged through his bag and felt for the crystal within. Seeing that his soldiers were being subdued one by one by the empowered Angels, he might be forced to utilize this trump card that he was actually reserving for Gazef. The Cardinals were probably not aware and quite unexpectedly to their detriment, but at this critical moment he just found out that the Archangels can be empowered further.

But this- this Angel that they were fighting with was sentient. It acted like a human, but how can that be so?

He had been trained all his life, he had pored over all knowledge about Angels. Including all aspects of summoning even the highest tiered Angel that humans can summon. Of course, it was recorded that the God of Life can summon a hundred Angels easily, but he was not depicted someone looking like an Angel with inverted wings. Also, he was not sure if he should draw his trump card now or keep it in reserve. But as he watched his soldiers falling one by one, and the Principality being overwhelmed by 4 Archangels he can only grit his teeth as he pulled out the Magic Sealing Crystal.

From afar, Sammael's eyes shifted as he saw the Sealing Crystal from afar, he turned towards his guild mate and said, "They have a Sealing Crystal with them-"

"-perhaps it is time for caution."

"Indeed, I shall alert my soldier that have the most defense," the Fallen sheaths his sword and looked up to the heavens the same time that Nigun also raised the Sealing Crystal, he had never unleashed this particular Angel before and quite frankly he would not do so lightly, but they were in a current stalemate. He memorized the words of the spell as he quickly peeled away the magical wards that sealed the powerful being from within.

"Come forth! Dominion Authority!"

The heavens spilled forth light and a bright flash made everyone's eyes close as the middle-tier angel burst forth in a blast of light. Numerous wings erupted from a single source as an angel almost 20 feet tall floated above them. Its armor was pure white enhanced by the light coming from the heavens as a pleasant smell permeated in the air.

"Behold the highest-tiered angel has come forth!" the Scripture Captain loudly proclaimed with religious fervor. His words inspired and filled his acolytes with fervor and faith that they rallied against the Archangels. With the battle shifting and seeing the flame in the eyes of his men be reignited, he gestured to the angel he summoned and said, "Dominion Authority use [Holy Smite]!"

The golden mace it held shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces as it hovered and circled the angel, the pieces spun around as it began gathering power and light within itself. The charging of the spell reached a crescendo and a bluish light from the heavens struck their former summons. All the Archangel Flames were decimated as the spell struck them back with so much force they began disintegrating even before they reach the ground. Emboldened, Nigun and his men gathered behind the two high tiered angels and began forming magic circles. They gathered their wounded as the tempo of battle finally shifted to their side.

Archangel Flames are physical embodiment of their summoners, being augmented by their own summoner is common knowledge to all who knew it in Yggdrasil. Yet these Angels were still bound to their human summoners in one way or another, enough power to manifest a low-tiered Angel, but not enough to last against a Mid-Tier Angel attack. And so with supreme confidence and utter smugness dripping from Commander Nigun's face he gestured towards their enemy Angel. He had fought countless times, put his life in the line, and even took as many lives he lost count of it. From their distance he could feel the radiating might their adversary is putting out and it was detrimental on the first part of the skirmish. But with the overpowering presence of the Angel on their side, his men were emboldened and he could feel his hold on the Principality of Observation.

"To those who can, re-summon your Archangels!" the Scripture Captain rallied his men, "We will counter-attack!"

Their hearts emboldened and their faiths restored, the still able-bodied Scripture members formed into positions and summoned magic circles on their body. Quickly they raised their arms and aimed their spell towards Sammael.

[Fire Rain, [Holy Ray, [Charge of Stalagmite, [Charm Person, [Hold, [Fear, [Blindness, [Weakness, [Magic Missile, [Open Wounds, [Iron Hammer of Righteousness, [Shockwave, [Emerald Sarcophagus, [Confusion, [Poison, [Word of Curse]...

The storm of magic and spells that lashed at Sammael did not even made him flinch, he was unmoved at the continuous hail of spells as Ainz looked at him from afar chuckling darkly. "Those are quite simple spells, 2nd tier and 3rd tier mostly, yet who taught them? What tools did they utilized? How did they learn all those spells from Yggdrasil? Sammael was right, they must all survive!"

Gazef did not seem to hear the dark undertone on what Ainz said as he can only look in horror and shock. Such is the power of this individual that he could not fathom it at all. The firepower and magic unleashed by the Scripture members were too much it would have been catastrophic to charge them head on even if they were on horseback and in full plate. Yet the Fallen Angel was unperturbed at the firepower dropped in front of him, in fact, he even looked bored as he flapped his wings the same way a bird would straighten out its feathers.

Nigun stepped back in fear and turned to the large angel floating beside him.

"Dominion Authority!" he gestured towards the angel and willed their summon with his mind, "Use [Holy Smite]!"

The large angel flapped its wings and floated forward once more, its field of vision filled with its target. Being a mindless summon, the Dominion Authority suffused power on its weapon and the golden mace it held glowed brightly and shattered in a thousand pieces once more. The same bluish light enveloped him and Sammael looked up at the impending attack, overwhelming light engulfed the Fallen Angel as Nigun cackled madly.

"See! See!? See it now! You who trampled on the power of the Theocracy and proclaim itself Supreme over it!" the Commander was looking up in the heavens and was proclaiming loudly, "The Supreme Angel that you seek to overcome, that has the power to subdue a Demon Lord! Has thrown you down and tore you from your pedestal! Fear the Might of the Sunlight Scripture! Ahahaha-"

'How dare you.'

A chill ran down his spine as he looked at the Fallen Angel being engulfed with the cleansing light of the [Holy Smite] spell. From where they stood, they can see that Sammael actually have his arms opened wide, in a welcoming gesture of the spell damage. They all stared dumb founded except Ainz who actually expected his friend to pull some crazy stunt like this one. As he was engulfed by the spell, the force of it flapped his wings involuntarily while his chain skirt swayed lazily. The spell terminated as the ground where the Supreme Being stood sizzled with the burn damage it received, but as they looked at Sammael, not a single singed hair, spot, or area in his armor was damaged. Chuckling darkly, the Fallen Angel rubbed his thumb and two fingers together as if testing the texture of an object.

"So, that was light damage! I didn't feel a thing!?"

Elated, he began laughing in earnest. Being an Angel bordering on heresy, he was unaffected by the spell at the most. Rather its effect has diminished greatly when it hit him.

"How DARE you!?"

A flaming pillar suddenly came down from the heavens in front of the Supreme Being as all eyes recoiled at another catastrophe happening in front of them. A loud clap of thunder shook the heavens and the earth trembled beneath their feet.

"How DARE you lay your hands on our Warmaster!?"

Nigun and the rest of the Scripture members were forced on their knees as a glimmering four-winged angel in blue heavily plated armor appeared in front of them. The Dominion Authority hovering near it easily dwarfed the newcomer by almost or more than just a few feet, but he could not help feel a certain inadequacy in his gut. It was like even though the Dominion towered over the two enemy, the power they radiated was much, much more than their summon or them could muster.

The angel's light subsided and they finally saw the details on the newcomer's armor. The armor gleamed with a mirror sheen, like polished steel although blued with chemicals. The helm of the angel was like the centurion helm of Roman times, its tassle a blue and white combination of stiff exotic hair, on the right side of the helm was a carved winged Aquila. The breastplate of the armor was marked with the carved image of an eagle with scrolls and runes of supplication adorning the sides, a raised collar that encased and protected the throat called a 'gorget' protected half the face of the helm and continued to the sides and back giving the Angel a powerful and menacing appearance. Its pauldrons were twice the size compared to those the ones normally worn by men and they were sloped to deflect any weapons or projectiles that would struck them. Both pauldrons were richly decorated, the left one had the carving of a crucified Angel, and his right one held numerous writings that Nigun could not even fathom on how to read it. Two red circles that looked similar to wax seals complete with parchment paper was pinned to the front of the breastplate exactly in front where the heart would be and a rope made of fine materials of white and blue hung on his side.

A white billowing cape was pinned on the large pauldrons as he seemed to retract his wings behind him and lowered it as a sign of respect to the one he obviously protected. Nigun might be a heartless, selfish bastard, but he knew respect and protocol when he sees one. And the newly arrived Angel does not want his wings to be higher than the obviously senior one. They watched as the first angel gestured with its hand and the blue armored one bowed its head and visibly relaxed its wings.

Nigun continued his scrutiny as he saw the weapons it carried, the newly arrived clutched a short broad double edged sword. The pommel and guard was banded steel of white and blue and the blade had a diamond shaped tip, it glowed too with an inner bluish light and as the Angel visibly relaxed still did not relax the hold it has on its weapon, a scabbard made of burnished bronze peeked from behind his armor as he puts forward the shield he carried. Now, the tower shield it carried thoroughly caught his eye, he had seen finely crafted weapons, and high-grade armors and armaments, including the gears of the Six Gods. Yet as he looked at the weapon it carried, he couldn't deny the fact that it was of superb quality and seemed to be centuries- nay, millennia old at least.

Unbeknownst to Nigun, he was looking at a World-Class Item. It was the Shield of Castiel, a World-Item that can reflect all spells, damages, including certain effects from other World Items. Named after an Angel of the Lord, Castiel was also called Shield of God, a theoporic name that was picked up by one of the developers, it was made as a counter-measure due to the rampant use of the Messiah's Raiment World Items.

A golden halo shone behind the new comer as he stood in front of Sammael as if guarding him, never letting anything else approach nor touch him.

"My Lord," Ramiel's voice floated through the void of his visors, it was cold, deep and unsettling. "Is this world the one that needs purging?"

Sammael puts one of his armored gauntlets on one of Ramiel's pauldrons and said, "Patience my General. This world is new, and unknown to us, this is merely a skirmish."

"Surely this world could offer so much more than these-" the Angel gestured with his chin towards Nigun and scoffed, "-these weak minded idiots. Surely these inferior beings are nothing against your might my Lord."

The Fallen laughed a little at the words of his best defender, "If you said it then it must be so- but still, although I do not doubt you can easily grind the enemy underneath your boot. I cannot allow this to happen."

"We will not purge them? They hurt you and we would not retaliate?"

"I can hardly say that I was hurt by that small poke that soldier did-" he pointed to the Dominion Authority and smiled at his General, "You do not understand Ramiel, what I- what we need now is reconnaissance, preferably information with live subjects."

Realization dawned on the Angel and quickly nods his head, "Understood then my Lord, they are essential to live for we must extract information by any means necessary."

"That is correct and-"

"-and they would not be able to do that unless I sheathe my sword do I?"

"-indeed they won't."

Ramiel bowed in understanding and skillfully turned his sword around and sheathed it on the bronze scabbard that hung on his waist. He nods that he was waiting the next order when a shadow loomed over the two of them while Nigun shouted from afar.

"Dominion Authority use [Holy Smite]!"

The sky split itself again as the overpowering light from the 7th Rank Spell came down from the heavens, but unlike before the spell hit the Fallen Angel. An orange hexagon field stopped the spell from even touching them, not even the force of the spell nor the rushing wind could make them flinch. Indeed, not a strand of hair, or a fluttering of their cape was felt as Ramiel stopped the spell from even hitting earth. All the humans stood dumbfounded at the overpowering defense in front of them.

Sammael could only shook his head and tiredly sigh, "Ramiel, if you would be so kind to remove this 'mindless soldier' in front of me."

"As you command," the guard of the Fallen smiled underneath his helmet, turned towards their enemy and aimed his left index finger at the Dominion Authority.

All eyes focused at them and in a blink of an eye Ramiel's finger gathered so much energy quickly it glowed like a small flicker of light in the night sky. It emitted a vortex-like sucking sound that reached a crescendo as everyone ducked at the mind-numbing power that the Angel of the Storm unleashed.

Ramiel's voice boomed as he stated, "I am the Thunder of God! [CRUX MORTIS]!"

A red beam of white purifying energy exploded from the tip of his index finger and carved itself forward without pause. Shattering the Dominion in one fell swoop, it penetrated cleanly through the Angel's armor, then past to the forest obliterating everything in its path. Before the beam passed overhead of the agents of the Slane Theocracy, their Captain quickly ordered his men to dive to the ground. Almost burying their faces to the ground, the beam passed above them without killing them, yet the back of their clothes simmered at the super heated winds passing by. The sound and force of the beam that passed overhead was like a screaming jet engine doing a low flyby, it tore through their eardrums and their ears rang with white noise with its passing. It continued to make its way towards a group of hills into the distance, its trajectory hitting the large jutting hill and enveloping an area of at least 100m radius in its incinerating glory, the energy cross jutted up to 50 ft into the air. The explosions on the hill could be felt where they all stood, even the Captain of the Re-Estize Kingdom could not believe his eyes, if the servant of these 'Supreme Beings' could conjure such horrific spells and magic, he could not even comprehend what their Masters could even do.

Their world will come into a disastrous end if they would trample on the sensibilities of these people, do the Noble Faction have any indication of this upset that might have befallen their plans. No doubt with a flicker of their fingers, and a waving of their hands, it would be a simple matter to erase the Kingdom from the World Map.

Nigun groaned from the pain as he moved and crawled on the ground, what in the bloody heavens was that spell? He never knew such a spell existed, or with that much potency casts so quickly, it was upon them in a blink of an eye. He tried to raise his head, but an agonizing pain on his nape assaulted him, later he would find out that it was royally sunburned while his back could still feel the hot flash of the passing magic. Looking at the Dominion Authority with dread he only gasped in horror, their trump card had a large circular gaping hole that passed through and through. The magic that maintained its form in their realm gave out and it slowly dissipated into hundreds of lights, with gnashing teeth he looked up at the armored boot that landed in front of him.

Without warning nor misplaced gentleness, a powerful grip grabbed Nigun's neck and lifted him up into the air. His body protesting not just from the pain, but from the overwhelming presence of the being in front of him, "Tremble mortal and despair, your doom has come to this world."

The pressure of Ramiel's full aura pushed down hard on the Scripture Commander's mind and body. It feels as if his eyes would cry out blood from just the pain. Yet through it all, amidst the crushing pain on his windpipe, and the suffocating pressure on his body, he could perfectly hear the words spoken by these beings of absolute power.

"Ramiel, I thought I told you to not letting him die. We have a use for him-"

"-but my Lord, should we not make an example of these paltry humans? "

"As soon as I have finished consolidating information, I shall personally task you all in destruction," once more his hand found its way to his shoulder, "You should know it is but child's play that we can crush their paltry city into the ashes of history. Just now now, is that clear?"

"Clear as day my Lord."

"Very good Ramiel," he then turned away as Nigun's consciousness began to slip away, "I trust you know what to do then to these- prisoners?"

"Of course my Lord, your will be done."

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To be continued... Omake theater

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Nigun gasped as he opened his eyes, the last thing he remembered was fighting with an entity so powerful he had difficulty breathing just being in close proximity to it. That bluish Angel just cast one spell and the last thing he knew was a grand explosion and nothing else. He felt so out of it and so woozy he felt like he drank such powerful spirits. He grabbed his head as a sharp pain spiked on his head, but his hand didn't move, he was immobile.

Trying to actually focus now he looked at his surroundings and found he was in a small 30x30 square meter marble tile room. The chandelier light on the ceiling actually reflecting on the pristine white floor, he tried to look around but found that his head was also held down. Voicing his displeasure he found that he was even gagged, a muffled voice of protest came from him as he tried shaking off his bonds, shaking himself to at loosen his bonds.

"Oh, you are awake now I see."

A silky voice reached his ears and tried to turn his head, but the speaker reached his field of vision and he wanted to scream in such terrible fear.

'W-what is this monstrosity?'

"Perhaps your binding is too tight? Allow me to introduce myself, I am called Neuronist Painkill, Chief Interrogator of the Great Tomb of Nazarick," the pasty face bloated tentacled face corpse approached him, if his eyes could recoil he would have done so, but his bindings kept him steady focused at the nightmare in front of him, "I faced the dilemma of using my methods and my 'charm' to extract information from you. But since we both are a visitor to this grand barge and in the presence of my Supreme Lords-"

The blob thing gestured to the ceiling and his eyes trailed upwards, indeed there was a glass room above them with an ample view of the chamber below. Nigun's mind finally caught up and he shivered from head to toe, the Lich and the Fallen Angel observed them up high and looked down at them as if watching the results of their experiments.

"-I have decided the most unorthodox and entertaining concept to extract information from you. The Supreme Beings would be delighted and amused at my improvisation!"

Nigun looked on in anticipated horror as a door opened on the side, a human sized shadow stepped inside and walked into the light from above. It was a human male, fair skinned and red hair, the man had an easy smile and was dressed in a peculiar dress he had never seen before.

'Do these monsters collaborate with the Republic?'

The tentacle creature grinned and gestured to the humanoid looking creature in front of them, "You may begin now..."

Electro music began playing in the hidden speakers as the red haired man took out a pair of darkened glasses and began dancing left and right.

'We are no strangers to love, you know the rules and so do I!'
'A full commitment's what I'm thinking of,'
'You wouldn't get this from any other guy,'
'I... just want to tell you how I'm feeling, gotta make you understand,'

'Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down,'
'Never gonna run around and desert you.'
'Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye,'

'Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.'

Nigun could only stare dumb-founded, is this the music of demons? Neuronist's voice came clear through the haze of mind-numbing music as Nigun tried to scream his heart out.

"Perhaps an hour or two of Rick Astley would have you crave my ministrations. But, just in case, I should ready Britney Spear 'Oops I did it again' and of course the accompanying automaton too," the brain eater turned and walked out of the door.

From above the two Supreme Beings looked on at the horrified and restrained former Commander of the Sunlight Scripture. The room they were in is actually a circular room that can see all the interrogation rooms from above, the other rooms held the members of the Scripture that they captured, already suffering the same fate as Nigun.

'She bangs, she bangs!'
'Oh baby when she moves, she moves,'
'She smells like a flower, but she stings like a bee!'
'Like every girl in history!'

Another room held a different Scripture member suspended in the ceiling with its mouth gagged and an automaton dancing below. There was no hiding the terror and confusion in the human's face as the automation gyrated and skipped and twirled along with the beats.

'I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie world,'
'Life in plastic, its fantastic,'
'You can brush my hair, undress me anywhere,'
'Imagination, life is your creation!'

"I'm sure they'll love this punishment," the Supreme Beings looked at each other and headed for the door, the overlapping sounds reached their ears as Sammael grinned, "We did an exercise before and subjected ourselves in such torture before, I have to tell you that a few hours of this 'excellent' musical torture and I almost tore my eyes off."

Ainz shivered inside, "You are one scary individual Sammael-kun."

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Author's Note:

Patiently re-written.

"Verenden du bauerin der müll" = Die you peasant trash"

"Ego Imperator Sammael, concedo mi numen. Adnuto mi Sanctus Potentia = I am Commander Sammael, you shall submit to my Will. Bow before my Holy Might."

"Legio et caelum, exaudi mea" = "Heavenly Legion, hear/heed me"

Pervy Sage Chuck actually gave me the idea for the curb stomp part. (Thanks dude!)

I just hope people would give me reviews on what they think is good or bad. Come on guys, help me out here, I'm losing direction and I don't really want to go too much into canon. If I go canon its going to be boring rehash of the Overlord LN.

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Scarabeye3000