Disclaimer: I don't own Overlord just like it
While at a friends house I found out about a new anime that was the sequel to another anime that started twenty years ago from now. Since that anime has nothing to do with Overlord I'm just going to start writing again after this chapter. Thank you loyal, avid readers and have a great day.
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Dack glanced up at that one. He looked mostly the same in height, build, even his eyes delineated the other soldiers only he had tufts of scarlet hair protruding from the thin layer of chain mail cowl.
"Yes, Jaldabaoth has worked fervently to create a spy that can blend in and mingle with you." Momon explained in an unerring tone. These soldiers were mostly aghast. "But the thing about demons-they can be strong or weak to the touch of scorching heat. May I trouble you for a torch?"
It seemed to Dack Ainz was really going far with this ruse or just really wanted to torture him for being a dolor. Dack had another initiative in this plan, however. While the burning torch loomed over him in the tight grasp of Momon's gauntlet; Dack slipped a tiny shiv from his sleeve twinkling aesthetically. With one downward jab, his cuffs were sliced asunder.
"Freedom!" Dack roared, and then he plowed Momon, toppling the begin who always stood resplendently with a leg sweep.
Momon dropped his torch and unsheathed his twin swords to prong them into the dirt and keep himself from falling in five seconds; Dack using it to imbue physical magic normally for brawler classes to stagger shieldmen just to break the large dislocated cuffs into steel plate splinters.
After composing himself, steadying his stance and staring the towering black knight also composing himself after a near fall his head awhirl with questions the two engaged in a simultaneous stab.
No injuries were inflicted. Dack now stood face-to-face with the soldiers knife-weapon fliting to his other hand while an excited smile flitted across his lips. Ainz was screaming internally.
'Did he plan on ruining what I brought him here for or is he always this debacle?'
All the soldiers grasped the hilts of their weapons with two hands. Dack didn't want to fight them, but his reputation as a "demon" needed more magnitude from the gossip of those who witnessed him. Besides, standing against a "demon" was enrooted in all their veins from the genocide of Katze Plains. From the soldiers' perspectives...there was a glint in Dack's eyes right before he smacked his palm completely empty-against his tiny knife. It cracked and soon a stream of light burst forth from within the blade. Only Ainz/Momon wasn't blinded by this inscrutable trickery as the others made whinging sounds and pawed their hands through the air like helpless cats.
Dack tossed his knife away and pulled out a different, a more tenebrous knife, and it was only slightly pulled out. It's metal was a mix of ebony and onyx with only a small white line on the serrated edge, insignia of a werewolf riding a mammoth on the pommel, the handle belly a more twilight black with little white dimples, and so easy on the handle Dack could twirl it around four times in three seconds.
Even with Ainz's powers, an ironic ability Baraggan Louisenbairn used in Bleach, to stop time he cou8ldn't defend the knights who looked up to him, but Dack was only holding his knife while wavering his gaze from the knights to Momon.
"Dack!" He heard a loud, inimical female voice roar in his com. "Have you lost your damn mind?! Nothing in Lord Ainz's plan was instructed that you would fight him!"
Dack hopped briskly to the left while his knife parried Momon's sword(s). He seemed to be holding back, but he was also damaging his own sword slicing them into stronger iron—his knife a higher grade weapon.
"I am just doing my villain duty of escaping, running amuck, sparring...and failing all in that order. I should be losing right about..." Dack held his knife in place clashing with Momon's right sword, sparks skidding, Momon used the face of his helm to almost headbutt Dack , and he fell down:
"Now."
The soldiers had a delayed reaction watching Dack collapse on the floor: get into a fighting stance, their muscles taut. However, Momon lifted Dack to his shoulder and carried him to the ground where he escaped his handcuffs.
"Those were some stratagem tricks you pulled." Momon complimented while reattaching the handcuffs on his legs this time and twirled the chains into a ball.
Then, he looked at the soldiers with sheens of sweat on their faces.
"Pardon this rude request, but can any of you bring a cage?"
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Shinirael and Nabe heard the sound of rolling rocks reverberating through the tunnel. Something big lurked in the underground passageway. It was undaunting in a matter of their perspectives; what really drew their attention was the dark glowering blue saliva droplet's dripping from stalagmite's.
They veered down a brightly illuminating passage, reached a room with a multitude of gems, jewels, and orbs some pretty as a grandidierite while others were dilapidated.
"Something found this...this mana and experience fueling ornaments." Shinirael whispered staring at the shadows. "I wish to meet it—see if it is utile enough to be an asset."
Nabe had her teeth set in, clenching her lip hearing Shinirael. He was right, but her command was plagued by him. She stride to the treasure with the illustrious glow. She raised one trinket-a tiara-and slowly examined it, see what would happen if an undead absorbed the mana inside it. She was more speaking aloud to herself than to Shinirael.
"A lot of this stuff couldn't have been found anywhere around here. Whatever creature that is ossifying itself with all this loot...it's more like someone's guinea pig."
Then, she noticed something was stirring through a tunnel she didn't notice before due to the shadows. It slunk its way down the tunnel using its four claws. It was a big dragon with an exposed underbelly, orange-golden scales, small red eyes, demon-esque dragon wings, and sparkling scales. Although it disguised itself in the shadows its scales shone brightly, glimmering majestically, and it roared territorially.
"It's evolved." Shinirael murmured aloud, beast clearly too much of a wild beast to care. "I think we should report this...and take its tail or cranium back for the Supreme Ones. As for the fighting of this thing...your up."
The drake scrawled the walls with its serrated claws to tell them how they were in its territory before lunging at Nabe.
Shinirael gave her an edge holding her, lifting her to the ceiling with his wings, and enhancing her magical prowess.
"Thunderlance!" She conjured lightning in the shape of a lance before she hurled the powered second tier spell at the beast that failed to catch its prey. Although a weak spell for an undead posing as a etiolated adventurer, it perforated a little on the side of its back, writhing in minor agony. It was needless to say it growled at Nabe and looked at her with the intent to maul at her.
"Electrosphere!" She roared, firing a spear refracting the beam to another side of the wall. This gave Shinirael time to fly her to the same side she punctured a hole in him, and prepare for her finishing spell.
"Lightning!"
Lightning cascaded in a rain of electrifying intimidation before going in the hole and coursing through the drake—minimum effects at first before its shell and back exploded in an expansive spark spectacle. Shinirael was immersed in watching its armor crumble and flesh burn, too bad he was snapped out of it when Nabe chopped her hand into his abdomen.
"I didn't ask for your help! I command you to put me down now!"
Shinirael put her down by the once philistine beast now pungent corpse spilling black sludge adhesives from its hole wounds. Shinirael grimaced at the sight of it.
"This loathsome creature, its festering greed polluting anything it can get its claws on; what a perfect creature for our fellow servants to study."
Nabe was likewise. She swished her sword out before perforating it through the back of its neck.
"We'll start with the cranium."
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The demon was having a singular soirée prepared for watching the two adventurers with awe fight the drake. Hands were swaying left and right on the wall, monarchical music played and he crunched on crudité's mixed with cicada's like a chipmunk.
"These adventurer's...their non-humans-and I have the privilege—"
He reached for more crudité's while contemplating what to do with the most temerarious adventurers of whom marched into his valley, but the bowl he kept them in had nothing left inside of it. Fortunately—not for any sane human—a rat was pestering around with its pink nose. It kept its distance from the tan double breasted suit person; unintentionally wrapped in something preternatural around it.
Suddenly, its tail was coiled by something that looked like a shadowy whip. and it was pulled at breakneck speed towards the nefarious demon. He cackled hearing the rat "squeak".
"What's the matter? Prefer to be lynched? Is my form belying my true quintessence?"
The rat coiled was hovering over the malevolent demon's face. Beads of sweat dripped from it's gaunt face when his capturer's face distorted, mouth expanding, eyes rolling back for a iris-deprived yellow, and he made screeching sounds before the rat was dropped in his mouth, swallowed whole.
While his inner teeth were crunching down on the poor rat his orb flickered red.
"Hmmm?" He swallowed. "I say...hmmm?"
The orb showed him his garden of vines, mildew, moss, and bones—five ingénue humans were intruding on it, traversing to his home.
"They are no stronger than the humans who trespassed on my home before." he sneered remembering the trilling of cicada's the night the last group entered his stronghold. While watching the small one announce something no better than the incoherent screams of the girls when they watched him murder their leader, a shadowy apparition on a tentacle stretched from his seat to the wall. "Well, time to throw away what's old and replace it with what's new."
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Evileye was vexed finding the lair-the tribulation getting here being difficult and now she only had the adventure's with not one iota of versatility to know what they were getting into.
"Question about the bastard whose causing all these problems." Allom said about to jape. Evileye humoring him with her attention. "Seems he makes a sizeable amount of coin, so why is he in the middle of nowhere tantalizing adventurers to come find him? If I had a nice house...I'd only leave because I am hungry."
"Maybe he prefers flesh and bones over booze and mutton." Iaragon chuckled.
"The perception of mine—more than six compared to others—can herald why he's doing this. But I'll ask him myself while you four stay here."
Allom, Rui, Sanna, and Iaragon blinked in confusion in unison.
"You're kidding, right? You can't expect us—"
"I don't have to expect anything from you."
Effulgent light beamed from her left hand. A palm of jagged ice before an icy wall erupted. The four weren't scared or provoked by this; they were just disappointed at how legit she was.
"If all of Blue Rose were here we would fight the monster in there, but I'm not sure if the presence I feel is the master or an underling."
"If he's so difficult why don't we just leave and come back with reinforcements?" Sanna asked.
"The guild isn't sparing anymore soldiers. Blue Rose is too busy to help also. I am debilitated against this—Nabe alone might not be able to help either."
"So no one is a match for whatever is inside?" Allom asked completely aghast.
Evileye paused, her cape billowing from a dust cloud, but her stillness ended when she cast a spiky transparent barrier around them.
"Wyvern's may see you. If any of you can cast protective magic use it at the first sight of wyvern's. Be safe."
With levitation magic she lifted her red cloak and uncanny mask off the ground to a ridge in the base—a pedestal for a stone gargoyle. Then—she was gone, soaring through a window and shattering the glass.
All four of them felt left out, a trickle dripping down Rui's cheeks.
"My dream of standing side-by-side with an A Class adventurer is never going to happen."
"Bullshit!" Rui turned to Allom, the one causing that commotion. He was the only member with some fortitude. "Shin will come here, free us and all five of us will handle this together. He's never let us down."