Hello my loyal readers
By the way Pervy Sage Chuck I wanted to ask you whether I could use the sentences you posted in the review since they were really good but even if you said yes I don't like the feeling of plagiarizing
So yeah
Another chapter is out
Pls enjoy guys
(PS, I really wasn't joking about the "please leave lots of reviews" part because I get motivation from those)
The voice of a middle aged man was heard throughout the whole area. Filled with inhuman charm and charisma, it completely mesmerized the starving mob and even some of the weaker guards.
The members of Blue Rose were shocked to the bone and soon began shivering and sweating nonstop. Even the undead Evileye felt herself tighten up in fear of the voice, and for good reason too. After all, the owner of the voice was none other than the overpowered demon that easily slaughtered two of their members, the evil mastermind that robbed many innocents of their loved ones during the Eight Fingers incident, the heartless monster that would not hesitate to destroy everything in his path to reach his unknown goals, the demon lord Jaladbaoth.
The archdevil's words were directed to Momon and Momon alone. It was as if he was completely ignorant of every other living thing in the entire world.
Jaldabaoth deactivated his high tier invisibility item and revealed himself in all his glory.
The bright orange colors of his high-quality suit was a bright contrast to the area and the emotions felt by everyone around him. His tail danced behind him, glistening from the afternoon sunshine. The demon's blue mask completely covered his face and concealed his expressions. The mouth of the mask was locked into a never ending smile. It was as if it was a symbol, a sign of the humans' powerlessness.
The bystanders did not to ask ot even think of what the mask symbolized. It was clear in their hearts. (or so they thought)
"Oh you pitiful maggots known as humans. How powerless you are. Nothing you can do can even break my smile, let alone foil my plans. Therefore, just acknowledge yourself as the maggots you are! You are simple pawns to my grand scheme! There is nothing you can do to change that!"
Every sentient creature at the scene (except for the starved folk and the Nazarick folk) knew instantly the meaning of Jaldabaoth's mask, and while inside, they cry out in anger, desperately trying to disprove the unspoken message, they knew that they could not. This knowledge was especially concrete in the hearts of Blue Rose, since they witnessed the monstrous strength of the demon with their own eyes.
Normally, the eyes of the guards and the members of Blue Rose would dim significantly in defeat, their heads pointed down, awaiting their certain doom from the incarnation of evil in front of them. They knew that even if they used all of their strength and their comrades', they would not even be able to scratch the entity before them. They would acknowledge that they were simply the maggot cosplayers known as humans, desperately trying to bite the toes of a giant. They would all do this normally. Or, in a more precise way of putting it, they would all do so if the living legend, the selfless hero, the strongest warrior, Momon wasn't present.
Even though he was a just a human (maybe a godkin), the raven black hero could stand up to the archfiend known as Jaldabaoth, a feat that required years, no, decades of training. This fact alone stirred the hearts of the humans present and provided an abnormal amount of morale. The exhausted guards who had been pushing the endless mob back gripped their spears with renewed vigor, the spark of defiance in their eyes, the same with Blue Rose.
Jaldabaoth answered the call of the greatest hero and spoke.
"So you have noticed my presence. Kukuku, this was expected so I am not surprised. A man as great as you would never be fooled by a simple invisibility spell. You must have sensed my killing intent long ago."
Ainz could feel nonexistent sweat pour down his skeletal neck.
Killing intent? No, it was just my passive racial trait as an Overlord that let me see past invisibility…."
Ainz had no idea of what was going on at all. Demiurge told him to go to the Re-Estize kingdom as Momon and save the country from Jaldabaoth. He was also supposed to declare that the Sorcerer King ordered him to do so and that the Sorcerer Kingdom would provide financial support to Re-Estize to keep it functional as a country.
No other details were given so Ainz had to figure out the rest on his own.
"Indeed Jaldabaoth. Your killing intent was too obvious."
Momon pointed his swords at the demon. His tone gained a tint of rage.
"How dare you manipulate the innocent to do your bidding like this!? You have done something truly unforgivable. Therefore, I will bring you down in the name of the Sorcerer Kingdom!"
Many people were puzzled at the statement. Since when did Momon support the Sorcerer Kingdom? They all heard that the hero had been forced into the army of the Sorcerer King because the civilians of E-Rantel were being held hostage. Therefore they could not understand why Momon had decided to say that.
However, they had no chance to ponder over it as Jaldabaoth suddenly pointed at them in a commanding gesture.
"Kill them"
As Jaldabaoth said this, a large swarm of winged demons suddenly shed their invisibility buffs and swooped down to kill as many humans as they can.
Meanwhile, the mob had stopped in their tracks. This was not what was promised. Some of their family members and friends had convinced them to raid the palace and make the nobles see reason. They wanted their suffering acknowledged and dealt with. However, when they saw the hero known as Momon, their qualms were no more. With a body that resemble a sturdy castle wall and a sense of justice that inspired awe in men, everyone in the mob lost their will to fight instantly. This was because of the simple fact that Momon was present. He was like a gift from the gods in the peasants' eyes, one that would support them in this cruel world.
It was like a silent promise, a promise that was never spoken but completely guaranteed. The hero would take all of the people's suffering and crush it underfoot with his overwhelming power and kindness.
After seeing that, how could any normal human turn their arms against him? The figure of Momon was too stoic, too majestic to even fight against.
As the wave of winged demons descended upon the humans, shouting out their savage battle cries. The sheer size of the demonic army almost blotted out the sun.
The demons were called Gazer Devils, low level trash that could easily be killed by any run of the mill player. However, up against the royal guards, who had unenchanted gear and moderate combat training, they were fearsome and inhuman monsters whose punches could break bones even through plate armor. The fact that they looked like skinned humans with wings and red eyes also did not help either.
Another advantage that the devils had was their sheer numbers. There were enough of them to form a small army, which meant they far outnumbered the guards.
As if that was not enough, the guards were already exhausted from holding the mob back for a whole day. If Momon was not present then they would already be running or wetting themselves. Now all they could do was grip their weapons tightly and pray to the gods that they would survive.
The humans had one advantage. Just one enormous advantage. It took the form of the adventurer teams Darkness and Blue Rose. Even the weakest members of the adventurer teams could completely annihilate a gazer devil with relative ease. And Momon, well… it was completely obvious that he was their most powerful ace in the hole.
Not only did the raven black hero have the sheer brute strength of a level 100 warrior, but he also had unusually long swords that could each cut down about twenty Gazer Devils per was also the fact that nothing the trash mobs could even do to breach his sturdy adamantite armor.
As the Gazer Devils descended upon the humans, everyone immediately grew tense and readied themselves for the assault by assuming fighting stances. With the exception of Momon and Nabe, everyone had drops of sweat dripping down their necks, proving their nervousness.
Jaldabaoth spoke again, this time addressing the adventurers.
"Kukukuku. You might be able to survive this assault-no, you will definitely survive this with your hero here. However, how long do you think the rest of them will last?"
Lakyus gritted her teeth, acknowledging what Jaldabaoth said as the truth.
The guards could not hold out against the demons for very long. Blue Rose and Darkness could protect some of them but it would be a large handicap. Also, the Gazer Devils would not differentiate between hostiles and non hostiles. This meant that they would attack the mob as well. This was not a battle. It was a complete massacre. Even if the mob had rebelled against the Kingdom and killed some of the guards, they were still citizens of the country. They were only doing what they believed would keep food in their families' bellies. It was hard to fault them for struggling to stay alive.
Gagaran looked nervously to her leader.
"Oi, Fearless leader, what do we do?'
The muscular woman was extremely frustrated and fearful inside. This was why she tried to cover it up and try to remain calm on the outside. If it was just the wave of Gazer Devils then she could live through the assault. However, she has realized that the same could not be said for the less capable guards around her. They would be instantly slaughtered if the demons descended and Gagaran sincerely doubted her skills to protect them from that fate.
Lakyus answered Gagaran's question.
"There is only one thing we can do. That is to fight!"
Lakyus looked at the mob and then at the guards around her.
"We can only pray for their safety."
She looked resolutely at the approaching wave of demons with unwavering and determined eyes.
As the wave of Gazer Devils descended onto the humans, reinforcements arrived.
Again, I am sorry for the late release
As I have said, I do not have a lot of time
Anyway, this chapter is fairly short, but there should be another one coming up soon