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Thank you everyone for your support and views. It was a very rainy day when I wrote this chapter so hopefully those reading this page on a rainy day...it won't still be raining after reading it. Sorry, nervous.

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Evileye didn't care for Allom's antic. Dealing with nincompoops was making her haggard. While she created a sprouting wall of ice, Rui rifled through his hat. For a minute fraction, the beasts lunged at the wall. The Kobold were the robust ones hacking their axes leaving vertical dents in the wall of Evileye's fortress.

"What?!" She screamed internally. " They have the same negative energy that underling of Jaldabaoth had."

"Where's Shin and Nabe?" Rui asked, hat on his forehead trying to spot the right rear legs.

He at last spotted them, but he wish it was with better circumstances...for them. They were fighting the Kobald's and Orthrus's head-on, Evileye accidentally alienating them.

"Chain Lightning!"

Nabe fired her burst stream of lightning while they were aligned in a V-shape. Her attack pierced through eight bodies and then caromed into her hand. She did an amazing feat of magic and stamina moving, blasting, and not letting a beast howl all in quick succession. However, seeing the cheers from the worms made her eyebrows bristle.

The rest of the Kobold's and Orichulus's were handled by Shinirael whom sucked them in like a magical lamp with no outlet. Where they were going..only Naberial knew. She could also tell Evileye was watching his mana seeing him make things disappear.

It was to their bafflement, that ire gazing at them, Nabe had gotten used to.

"His mana...it should be drained by now."

Shinirael finally made everyone vanish. Although he didn't show pride coveting around humans...his heart fluttered thinking one thing:

'Lord Dack will be pleased.'

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Dozens of Kobald's and Orichulus were confused and barring their fangs, enraged. It was all echoes with how much they were growling, but, a ripple in their sound a squeak on the floor, happened. They turned their ravenous eyes and hungry fangs on the stranger. To their relief it was just a pristine home-wanderer and not mean looking of one.

The mightiest and most ferocious Orichulus moved with stride past the rest, glaring at the lowing being with outstretched hands.

"Hi. I want to be your daddy."

With a hiss, the leader leapt; its rumbling belly its only instinct. The home-wanderer did not flinch, his face more ardently giddy than before. With the speed of a wind djinn he caught him and had him in place; dropped his dual heads to the ground while his rear end was now the closet thing to the home-wanderer.

"I take it your the leader?" he questioned, beats of sweat on the petrified animal(s) faces. That nose was getting to be his most vile organ. "I hear an animal can tell a lot about a person by the way they smell. Let me show you."

With one last petrified howl the nose went in deep-Orichulus too sensitive for it! Little did they know a skeletal figure lurched behind the door. First a knock as an interval before opening the door.

"Dack. I need your help-"

The figure, Ainz, gawked seeing Dack's nose thoroughly dig into a dog's behind.

"I-I'll c-come back later," he said after gawking and his inhuman physiology calming his frazzled mind.

Things in Nazarack became even more bizarre and vulgar since Dack alighted himself inside.

'I did not need to see where that dude sticks his nose!' Suzuki Satoru screamed in the one place he could sound like himself: his brain.

A half hour later the door was opened by Ainz, still alone. A reason for this was the plan he had for his new member would be better said if he said it as his true self-someone the only other Yggdrasil player would listen to. This time he walked in on him stroking the biggest Orichulus's belly while the Kobold's did the same to the others. They were like rocks to avoid, and Ainz gingerly walked around them to get to Dack.

"What do you think?" Dack asked in a mix of smarmy and tersely. "Am I an alpha of an army or am I not?"

Ainz inspected the room before his reply, "I'll admit you are a good canine instructor. This illusion will help you play your part as Ragazzo Lobo Jaldabaoth's spy on the humans."

Dack farrowed his eyebrows, his upper body pumping out looking more endowed than his skin form, and his new beasts rolling upright baring their teeth at Ainz-proof they had no respect for the Sorceror King or loyalty to him, animals following an animal's example.

"But just maybe-that's not who I am!"

Ainz let out a baleful laugh remembering how bright and succinct high rank his position in Nazarick was.

"I understand you've built a lasting impression with the people here: hearing your name might make them despise you. While you skip work, ignore all tedium, follow this order. Nothing will harm your future, of that I'm sure."

Dack wasn't scared for his own wellbeing but he fretted what would become of the people/beasts/mythical creatures he got to know-namely now the knights.

"Dack, you will give your new lord the respect he deserves!" The Overseer Albedo's yelling blurred through his head as she made her entrance. She could give anyone a headache even when they have regal or uplifting music to listen to.

"You watch your tone!"

Albedo clenched her hand with her axe in it, but she wouldn't cull him while her beloved was laying out a plan for him.

"I'm here three days and now I have to embarrass myself as one of his prisoners?"

"A mere facade for a nobleman named Hampnard Basandet; currently being held by Demiurge in the border between humans and demi-humans."

"If you want him to talk why don't you just get that cockroach king's thousands of children to eat him from the inside, and bring him back to tell you everything?"

"Our objective isn't just for him to talk; it's to help start a revolution with another prisoner -have Demiurge AKA Jaldabaoth fill his thoughts with toppling the 'human cowards' kingdom. These noblemen hold themselves on a high pedestial while it elevates the less fortunate become the monsters they were derisively mocked to be."

After that amaranthine explanation, Dack was dazzled, smirked, asked "If I'm going to be Demiurge's fake spy...can I at least be treated as a high ranking one?"

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Trekking through the tundra of black clouds and warm ground was irksome. The highlight for Nabe was when a wyvern dived down to grab Allom when he was acting coquettishly. There was pep in her step taking those few centimeters away from him before leaping higher than any castle walls and cleaving through its wingspan.

Staring at it as she did: Its body almost in the form of a human-the one percent that train excessively to build muscles of those who lift three planks of wood at a time, vacant yellow eyes, sharp serrated fangs, pointy ears, spikes along their ridges, and of course wings sprouting from appendages on their backs.

Though the wyvern was sliced into facet mincemeat, she was far from victorious in the overall war. A swarm of wyvern approached flapping their wings airborne -a horde of wyverns that looked akin to the one she minced and stronger murky green, blue eyed behemoth wyverns with red manes around them.

'This is what happens when I put myself first in the fray in a group of humans,' Nabe chided herself.

Nabe waited until the talons of the lesser beings-mere coackroaches compared to the ones serving her almighty sorcerer king-seized her by the sleeve of her pristine, recently ironed white shirt before she plunged her sword through the first abysmal drake to mistake her as pray. She followed that jab letting herself plummet to the ground, the corpse used as a cushion from the burning atmosphere turning her into a bolide.

"She's so fearless and amazing." Rui said; his words true to what everyone but Shinirael were thinking.

They were so amazed by how high she was falling and how unscathed she seemed falling-they were all incognizant of impact forthcoming.

Falling the same pep that put Nabe in this predicament; Shinirael dashed forward before jumping with the grace of a dragon gliding. He postulated under the shade of the organic fuselage that was Nabe. Although it seemed the wyverns attention(s) were on Nabe it didn't stop one big green wyvern from windsailing behind Shinirael and snapping with ardor. The beast was bigger and meaner-it deemed itself worthy to fight a Guardian, ergo, on its way to an early grave.

Shinirael quickly arc his butter knife sword. Instead of lopping a head the serrated fangs of the beast trapped Shinirael's blade in its mouth. In ire frustration for both himself and Nabe he pressed his fingers against its neck, its vacant yellow eyes elevating up in surprise, and met its end from Shinirael breaking its subglottis. Although it mattered little, he scratched its throat to look like its death was by blade.

Evileye already had some personal animus at Nabe for how she was working with Momon; estrange. She was the third member to move it, right after Nabe hit the ground.

"All of you will just get in our way(s)." Evileye said ruefully to the quaternary of adventurers. "Stay back, I'm not going to keep you trapped but I know a spell that can if I change my mind."

She was half between the four adequate but unprepared adventurers and Nabe when Shin cleaved his sword from the left side of a behemoth wyverns' waist to his right shoulder. Even though his swordsmanship was remarkable, Rui worried when wyvern's were being relentless and tenacious.

"Let's send these scaly demons back to Hell!" He shouted, raising his wand up high.

He was brave for a small fry mage, however, Iaragon grabbed him by the collar and apologized profusely, "I'm sorry, Rui, but not listening to Evileye is an aversion of mine. Please, just don't move. Fight, die. Watch; learn."

Rui stood still, his cape billowing from what could be wind but more the exhaust of dragon breath. Rui trembled a little in his right hand, something that worried Iaragon to the point he was going to hold onto his young mage and this time not let go. Rui eased him with a smile-"I promise I will stay back and let the legendary adventurers fight their battles by themselves-" but while speaking white light luminosity glowed from his wand. "Next time."

Rui flashed white light in an underside angle of Iaragon's vision, temporary blinding him. Rui dashed away, his presence to the wyvern opague from how their numbers dwindled and their options whittled.

Allom managed to advance three steps before the shrieking of a wyvern about to bombard him loomed and attempted to grasp him with its talons. Allom fell flat on his back and unsheathed his carving knife-still polished and undented from lazily asking his comrades to cook him dinner. The wyvern's talons hit the ground, lunged his fangs at Allom only for the propitious lazy man to wedge his knife in the fangs of the lesser drakes' mouth.

"I try my best to look heroic only to be a helpless damsel in the face of certain death...again!" Allom complained to himself pushing his limit just to keep the fangs aback.

He peered through the gap-hole of the wyvern where its wings meet its waist, saw Shin-he saw him, but was in a quandary where plunging his blade into a wyvern was only a small lapse between it and the next one. Allom's guard faltered as beads of sweat rained horizontal sheets from his forehead in his oscillating bloodshot eyes-the wyvern lurched its neck closer-and it seemed his only last ditch escape was to pry the knife from the beasts' mouth and plunge it with as much thrust as he could accumulate into its hominin neck.

"Sometimes...it's good to believe you're a Shin, a Nabe...or a Momon."

Suddenly, Allom's ears blare and his vision in a trice eroded white because someone at very close range cast a spell that exploded upon collision. Allom assumed it was Rui turning around, quit his reckless escapade to help a comrade, but the voice incanting in the direction the previous spell was fired from Allom recalled spending a night with her-louder in this open tundra than in the isolated room they slept together in.

"Flaming Spider Tangle!"

A fire gust whooshed from the rear, slammed into the upper part of its back where bump appendages sprouted its draco wings, and roiled over its head, searing fire burning its ears, nape, and skull.

Allom was still blinded and fighting to cry from the uncomfortable sounds in his head, but he was still excited about what would be the follow-up of Sanna's distraction.

"Carving Heart Flurry!"

With his blade glowing and intensifiedly red, Iaragon slashed seven times tallies protruding deep in the wyverns' chest-and when he finished the light faded and a circle of blood oozed from the entwined tallies at once.

Iaragon's speed was fast enough he could finish a scarred wyvern, but the color returning to Allom's eyes was working faster.

"Hey." Iaragon extended a hand in a ring kissing gesture. Allom was suppose to grab his limp hand. "How did you feel staring in the eyes of a wyvern?"

"Strange and frightening. A staring death in the face like we dream scenario I still get to relive with heavy breathing and night sweat."