novelVolume 9
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(Re)Translated by Nigel
Edited/Proofread by Deus Ex Machina
Part 1
The two armies formed their battle lines along the gentle slopes of the crimson plains, staring each other down.
The awe-inspiring army of the Kingdom was 245, 000 men strong, divided into a left wing of 70, 000 men, a right wing of 70, 000 men, and a central column of 105, 000 men, skillfully encamped throughout three hills. However, this encampment was not ringed by wooden fences, but formed of a gigantic mass of troops.
The foremost five ranks of infantry carried two-handed pikes, each one easily over six meters long, and they were formed up into a spear line into a spear line.
Their job was to substitute for an anti-cavalry fence in order to counter the heavy cavalry that comprised the core of the Empire's fighting strength. They did not use actual anti-cavalry palisades for a simple reason; protecting that many people would require a ridiculous amount of wood. For a large army, it was better to make good use of a spear line.
Although this formation was quite solid and presented many problems for any attackers, it had its weaknesses as well.
Since the formation was dense and the weapons carried were very heavy, it was all they could do just to stay in place and prevent enemy charges. As such, they lacked the ability to react quickly to enemy maneuvers, and if the Empire used bowmen or magic, their losses would be heavy.
Then again, not much more was expected from mere peasants. All that was required was that they deflect the first charge of the enemy.
On the other side, the Empire had 60, 000 men.
Their numbers were vastly inferior to those of the Kingdom.
However, the Imperial knights were relaxed, without so much as a hint of fear. They did not feel they would lose at all.
This confidence came from knowing their own personal strength.
Even so, it was a simple fact that there was a vast disparity in the military power of both sides. Although it would not be a problem if they could fight forever without fatigue, they were only human. Once they got tired, even the difference in their individual abilities would eventually be caught up to.
The Kingdom also had one more advantage, a large one.
That was the value of each individual.
Most of the Kingdom's troops were composed of peasant levies. In contrast, the Empire fielded professional soldiers called knights. A peasant was simply expected to hold a weapon, while each Imperial knight was carefully trained. Every loss by the Empire was more keenly felt than a similar loss by the Kingdom. The Empire simply could not afford to squander their knights in foolish offensives or wars of attrition.
Therefore, a pitched battle on open terrain like this was to the Kingdom's advantage.
Because of this, the battles fought between the Empire and the Kingdom were typically minor skirmishes.
The Empire's objective would be accomplished simply by pulling the Kingdom's serfs onto the battlefield. There was no need to waste valuable human resources, and the Kingdom knew this as well.
This scripted pageantry was what passed for "war" between the Empire and the Kingdom.
Even if that magic caster called Ainz Ooal Gown took part, it would still end in a minor skirmish. That was what most of the Kingdom's nobles thought. After all, the Empire's knights were not just a military force, but a police force as well. They were the people who protected the safety of the Empire. Needless losses to them would threaten the Empire's stability.
And so, the nobles awaited the Empire's next move.
By tradition, the Imperial forces would parade before the Kingdom's troops, and then fall back. The Kingdom would then sound a victory cry.
This was how it had always been.
However─
The Imperial army did not move.
There had remained still ever since they had deployed from the fortress-like castrum and arrayed themselves before the Kingdom's forces. It was as though they were waiting for the Kingdom to make the first move, or for something else.
"They're not moving. What's going on?"
This was at the headquarters where the King was. It was located behind a host of 105, 000 men.
Marquis Raeven stood beside Gazef, speaking quietly as he surveyed the motionless Imperial knights from the safest place he could find, an observation point atop a hill that was slightly higher than the others.
If the Empire did not move, then neither could the Kingdom.
An attack by the Kingdom now would be extremely foolish, given that they had already formed their spear line. Once the nobles had tried a pre-emptive attack on the Empire. However, the attackers had been slaughtered in short order, and the Kingdom had suffered significant losses as a result.
Ever since, the Kingdom's preferred tactic against the Empire had been to form a spear line and prepare to receive a charge. Since the enemy was willing to retreat, there was no need for risky forays.
"All right, then. looks like they're waiting for us..."
"The final declarations have been made, so they should be joining battle soon... Warrior-Captain― Gazef-dono, do you have an idea on what the Empire might be waiting for?"
Thirty minutes ago, representatives from both armies had begun negotiations in the central area between them. Granted, that was simply a statement of unacceptable conditions from both sides that was more of a stage play than actual arbitration. Its true purpose was to show that each side was compassionate and willing to avert war until the last moment.
Of course, negotiations would break down, and that would be the signal for the fighting to begin
If they were following the example of previous years, the Imperial Army should have begun moving out immediately. However, this was not the case. They remained stationary.
"I have no idea. Do you know anything about this?"
"As if. I'm not too familiar with military matters. I usually let my subordinates handle those."
"Somehow, the idea that the wise Marquis would know nothing about his enemy sounds like a lie."
"A lie... I did not expect you to be that direct, Gazef-dono."
"Did I give you offense? I apologize if I did."
"Hahaha, no, none was taken. You're much friendlier now than you were back then."
Gazef's brow furrowed, as he sensed the barbs in those words.
"Hahaha. Take it for what it is. It's a fact that I'm no general and that's not a lie. It just so happens that one of my subordinates is a good leader of men, so I left military matters to him."
"Could it be... one of the former adventurers working for you, the ones who became famous during the demonic disturbance in the capital?"
"Ah... no. They're over there."
Raven pointed to a group of five men standing together.
Although they were all well into their middle age, and their strength was not what it used to be, they had been orichalcum-ranked adventurers in their prime, and there was something about the way they carried themselves that made Gazef feel that he could not take them lightly.
"They will be my bodyguards during the battle."
"With men like these protecting you, Marquis Raeven, I'm sure you will have no problems returning safely to the Royal Capital... well, as long as they don't confront that great magic caster. Oops, I almost forgot; what about your strategist?"
"I don't think you'll know him since he's a commoner from my domain, Gazef-dono. When a Goblin horde attacked his village, he beat them off with a group of villagers half their size, and thus he came to my attention. Ever since, I've entrusted him with the command of my house troops and various other tasks. The big surprise is that he's never once lost a battle. I also gave him a high-ranking position as my aide."
"I'd like to see this commander that you praise so highly, Marquis Raeven. If he's really everything you say he is, we might do well to give him command of the Kingdom's armed forces."
"If you gave it to him... gave him complete command of the military, and the Royal Army moved together under his command, we might be able to fight a battle which makes our neighbors sit up and say, 'The army of the Re-Estize Kingdom is not to be underestimated'..."
Gazef exchanged a look with Raeven, sighed, and then smiled tiredly.
"The nobles would never allow a commoner to rise to such a station. It's nothing more than idle fantasy at the moment."
"Certainly not while the nobles are divided into their factions."
The Empire organized its legions by appointing a general over each one, under whom served division commanders, brigade commanders, and other officers, all in strict regimentation.
In contrast, the Kingdom's armies were composed of the house troops and levies each of the Kingdom's nobles could muster. The King was the overall commander, but each host would act as they or their faction saw fit.
Simply put, it was a rag-tag bunch of misfits.
Although Gazef had the title of Warrior-Captain, in the end, he was only the commander of the warrior band which was directly loyal to the King, and he had no authority to give orders to the nobles. While it was possible for the King to order the nobles to listen to Gazef, the nobles had always disdained Gazef the commoner, and doing so would sow the seeds of future grudges. The King was aware of this, and so he ordered that Gazef would do no such thing.
The two of them considered their places in the Kingdom, and sighed heavily. Then, they exchanged looks, and laughed.
This conversation should have been had elsewhere, not on the eve of the clash of swords and the spilling of blood.
"Even if we return home alive, there'll still be a battlefield waiting there..."
"Isn't that what being a noble's all about?"
"After this is over, I'll petition the King to raise you to nobility. It angers me that someone who calls himself the King's sword doesn't engage with noble society as eagerly as he should."
Although Raeven looked like he was joking, Gazef could tell from the light in his eyes that his anger was sincere.
When someone skilled at hiding their feelings revealed them to oneself, it would be a cause for celebration. However, it was a different matter if it was not a positive emotion. Gazef quickly changed the subject.
"... Let's leave that aside for now. Why don't we bring that strategist-dono of yours over, and hear his opinion... ah, calling him over will be difficult."
"After all, I entrusted him with my base camp. I don't dare move him unnecessarily while we don't know what the Empire's up to."
Although the nobles had all pledged to work together for the Kingdom, in the end, Raeven's holdings were still his top priority. It was only natural that he would refuse.
"Haaaah... it's the same thing as always, but I dislike the tension in the air. While I don't actually want the Empire to attack us, they should hurry up and do it if they're going to and spare us the anxiety of waiting."
Gazef could sense the unease from the Kingdom's army. As he tried to see where it was coming from, he furrowed his eyebrows.
"... I see. When you think about it, this might be an Imperial strategy to get us anxious before they make their move. It's difficult to coordinate and control so many soldiers, so even the slightest flinch in any unit could be magnified into a great disruption at the end. A large group is difficult to attack, but once the individuals break from the pack and run, they'll be easily hunted down and killed. It's the same principle animals use for hunting."
A surprised Raeven followed Gazef's line of sight to the worried-looking troops on the left flank, and then realization dawned on his face.
"That... looks like they're rotating the troops on the inside to the front line."
"We wouldn't have to worry if they were just reorganizing their formation..."
"That's Marquis Bowlorobe's flag. Looks like the left wing's commander is moving himself to the front."
The Kingdom placed the Noble Faction on both wings, while those of the Royal Faction were concentrated in the middle.
King Ranpossa III was the overall commander of the central column, while Marquis Bowlorobe commanded the left wing.
"Moving one's command to the head of the formation is quite strange. Do you see, Gazef-dono? The Marquis is moving those elite troops who are directly loyal to himself. His plan is to distinguish himself in combat against the individually powerful Imperial knights, under the eyes and ears of the gathered nobles. That way he'll make a reputation for himself as the lord of the strongest unit in the Kingdom."
Raeven cast a challenging look to Gazef. Will you let someone else gain greater glory than your beloved warrior band, it seemed to say.
Gazef did not take the bait.
"The warrior band's duty is to protect the King. We won't move without the King's direct command, even if the Empire sounds the charge. There is no greater duty for us than ensuring the safe return of the King to the capital."
Gazef tapped the sword at his waist.
"Still, it's possible that I might deploy by myself to blunt the enemy's attack."
"That's one of the four treasures of the Kingdom, Razor Edge... ah, I see."
Marquis Raeven stepped back, and studied Gazef from top to bottom.
The Gauntlets of Vitality, which negated fatigue. The Amulet of Immortality, which let him regenerate his wounds. The Guardian Armor, crafted of the hardest metal known to man (adamantite), and enchanted with magic that deflected lethal blows. And finally, Razor Edge, a magic sword crafted in pursuit of absolute sharpness, which could carve through enchanted armor like the proverbial hot knife through butter.
"Now that you're fully equipped with all these treasures, you are the Kingdom's greatest treasure. I heard once that the Kingdom actually had five treasures, but it seems they had all been gathered from the start."
Gazef blushed as he was compared to those treasures, even though he knew it was just flattery.
"Ah, give me a break, Marquis Raeven. The King is far greater than I am. His Majesty knew what it would mean to entrust these things to a commoner like me, but he did it anyway."
"That's a reasonable opinion. Honestly speaking, I once thought that it was foolish to announce that he'd be handing them over to a commoner (you). All that would accomplish was to make more people leave the Royal Faction. However, now that I'm standing beside you on the battlefield, I can't help but think that it was a masterful move. You really are too selfish."
"If only I could live up to your expectations..."
Gazef looked out at the serried ranks of the Imperial knights.
He did not think there were any strong opponents in the Empire besides "Tri-Arts"Fluder Paradyne. Now that he was equipped like this, he even dared harbor the faint hope that he might be able to defeat Fluder.
On the other hand, he did not feel like he had any chance of defeating Ainz Ooal Gown.
He could not even imagine the possibility.
No matter how hard he tried to think positive and consider how things might go in his favor, the only thought that came to mind was of himself being instantly slain by the mysterious magic caster.
"What's wrong?"
"No-nothing..."
He knew he was the greatest warrior in the Kingdom. Allowing himself to appear weak would only lower the army's morale.
"Ah, no... I was just feeling sorry for Prince Barbro..."
"Feeling sorry?... Could it be... I see. Is that so? Gazef-dono, you also feel... I see."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I mean, don't tell me you feel that the King sent the prince to Carne Village so he could not distinguish himself... ?"
"Is that not the case?"
Raeven smiled thinly.
"Mhm, far from it. I feel that his Majesty has truly placed his trust in you, Gazef-dono."
Marquis Raeven decided to explain when he saw that Gazef did not understand at all
"Given that the King's most trusted Warrior-Captain was supremely wary of the opponent called Ainz Ooal Gown, it was only to be expected that the King would be on guard against him as well. The King did not want to risk his beloved son in battle with an unknown quantity like that, so he wanted to send him to a safe place, even if he would only be able to make some minor accomplishments there... Although, to be honest, the old me would have been upset by the way the King was only concerned with his son when so many other people had sent their children to the battlefield."
Raeven smiled in a fatherly manner.
"Of course, I understand why he did such a thing now. I'd have done the same to ensure my son's well-being."
"Ah, Marquis. That's a very fatherly thing to say."
Raeven smiled. Gazef felt that it was quite unlike him, which was itself a fairly rude thought, yet his smile was equal parts kind, happy and proud.
"Well, I am a father, after all. I promised my son that, after this battle's over, I'm going to play with him as much as he wants, like a normal father. Ah — we've gone off topic. Let's leave things at that. Although... it seems Prince Barbro doesn't quite understand the King's point of view. It feels a little sad how the father can't get his feelings across to his son."
Gazef agonized about how to answer him. It was hard for him, who had no children of his own, to put himself into that mindset.
"Right, right. By the way, is it possible that they might launch a sneak attack on E-Rantel with a separate force? Although it would be frowned upon, they might do anything to win."
Gazef thought that the topic change was incredibly forced, but to his surprise, Raeven ran with it.
"It's not an easy matter to attack E-Rantel, defended as it is by its three layers of curtain walls. Even if the remaining two legions of the Empire mobilized in full, it would be a difficult task for them. My strategist also says the enemy wouldn't do such a thing."
"Is it? What if they had flying beasts, or a secret legion of some kind?"
"It's still not possible. Ultimately, it's very difficult to take control of a city with a small number of men... Speaking of which, Gazef-dono. Do you know the conditions required to completely dominate E-Rantel?"
Gazef shook his head.
"One needs to face the Kingdom in open battle and gain an overwhelming victory. If the aggressors barely manage to triumph, governing the conquered populace will be extremely difficult. The citizens won't respond well to the invaders and there'll definitely be a resistance movement. So even if the Empire used a separate force to attack E-Rantel, as long as our soldiers are untouched, they'll immediately to take back the city. As such, the Empire needs a total victory. With that, the citizens will be frightened to the point they can't even think of resisting, and they won't be able to mobilize troops."
The important thing was that the Empire had to win here. In addition, they had to achieve a victory so complete and absolute that none of the surrounding nations ─ in particular the Kingdom, which could instantly deploy its troops to take the city back ─ would dare think of making a move.
Suddenly, Gazef had the feeling that he had put all the pieces of the puzzle together. However, the picture they formed was beyond his comprehension.
A vaguely distasteful feeling tormented Gazef.
"What's wrong, Gazef-dono?
"No..."
Gazef wanted to tell Raeven about the scattered pieces of the puzzle that he had managed to sweep together in his head. He believed that Raeven, with his superior intellect, could extract insights from them that he could not. However, at that moment, the Marquis' eye turned back to the Imperial formation.
"Gazef-dono. It seems they're making their move."
The Imperial army parted in two, to make a path. As Gazef was wondering if they were planning to attack the left and right wings of the Kingdom's army, he saw an unfamiliar flag rising into the air.
It was a flag that Gazef had never seen before, adorned with a bizarre crest that belonged to neither the Kingdom nor the Empire. The group nearing the flag advanced.
All eyes were on that company.
And then... Gazef's heart ran cold with terror. Raeven, who was standing beside him and saw the same thing he did, swallowed loudly. Knowing that he was not alone in his feelings, bitterness began rising at the back of his mouth, and his heart pounded madly.
It was a bizarre army.
What appeared was a group of roughly 500 riders. It seemed entirely insignificant compared to the two armies facing each other down.
However, those troops were highly abnormal. They seemed to radiate an oppressive air that he could feel even from so far away.
It stirred up Gazef's memories from his time in Carne Village. There had been a knight-shaped monster back then, which Ainz said he had created. There were roughly 200 of them now, warriors bearing massive shields and clad in spiked armor.
The rest were similarly inhuman soldiers, but they wore leather armor, and they were armed with axes, pikes, crossbows or similar weapons.
If the former were knights, then the latter could be called warriors.
But whatever they were, they were not humans. They were monsters, down to the marrow of their bones.
And then, those monsters rode monsters of their own. Said creatures were beasts of bone, with flickering mist in place of their flesh and blood. The fog sparkled everywhere, pus yellow and emerald green.
Goosebumps sprouted all over his body.
This was bad.
This was very bad.
It was a vague statement, but Gazef simply did not have the words to describe the situation more clearly than this.
"... So the Empire has enlisted monsters into their ranks, it seems. This is quite surprising. It's made me break out in goosebumps."
"... No. No, Marquis Raeven. That's not the case. What the Marquis feels now... what fills your body with said goosebumps... is definitely not surprise."
"Then what would that be?"
Seeing that Raeven was completely baffled, Gazef answered curtly.
"It's the fear of death. It's triggered your basic survival instinct."
Turning his eyes from the visibly shaken Raeven, Gazef looked at the Imperial Army.
"The horses are shying. Even these trained, hardened warhorses are so frightened they can't move."
"... What are they? A secret division of the Empire?"
"... Impossible. Those monsters are not things that humans can control or use!"
Gazef knew nothing about the true identity of these monsters, but his warrior's instinct supplied enough information for him to speak conclusively.
"There's no doubt about it... they must be the knights of Ainz Ooal Gown!"
"Is that!... Is that the army of the magic caster you feared?!"
"Marquis Raeven! Please gather the former adventurers immediately! Ask them what's our best move! They've fought many monsters in the past and survived; please ask them to share their wisdom with us!"
"Un-"
He probably wanted to reply that he understood, but his bodyguards were faster than that, and had already moved up to protect him. However, that was only expected. They had sensed the power of this threat before Gazef had.
"Marquis Raeven!"
The formerly orichalcum-ranked adventurers rode over on horseback.
"Did you see it? Do you feel it?"
At the head of the adventurers was their leader, the paladin of the Fire God, Boris Axelson.
Within his voice was a thrill of fear he could not hide.
Raeven could not speak. Gazef understood why.
There was a note of fright in the voice of an formerly orichalcum-ranked adventurer, in a place defended by such a vast army.
Gazef felt that this was no longer time for etiquette, and asked:
"—Tell me! What is that? No need to greet me! Please tell me everything you know, all of you!!"
Boris clutched the holy symbol that dangled around his neck. It was a gesture of warding.
"... We can't be sure, but we believe the creatures they ride are legendary monsters known as Soul Eaters. They're said to be undead creatures that hunger for the souls of the living. According to legend, they once appeared in the middle of the continent, in a city of the Beastmen Kingdoms."
"Then... how many casualties were there?"
The words Boris spoke sounded unnaturally quiet.
"—100, 000."
The breath caught in Gazef's throat.
"... They say three Soul Eaters appeared, and they destroyed the city. 95% of the populace, over 100, 000 people, died as a result. The city was abandoned, and it was called the Silent City."
A heavy silence fell on the group.
"... And there's 500 of them out there?"
Nobody could muster up the strength to answer Raeven.
Gazef forced his words out to break the silence.
"Like I said earlier, I find it hard to believe the Empire could subdue monsters of that level with their own power. Even that mighty magic caster, Fluder Paradyne, shouldn't be able to do it. That means—"
He did not need to finish his sentence. Marquis Raeven understood.
"Is... is that the power of Ainz Ooal Gown? Then, then... what manner of creatures are riding on those monsters' backs?"
"That..."
The adventurers looked nervously to each other.
"─We don't know. The only thing we're certain of is that they must be very dangerous. No, I apologize, I shouldn't be using such vague terms as dangerous. However, I can think of no other words to describe what we are facing now."
"Then, then what should we do? Gazef-dono?"
In response to Raeven's panicked question, Gazef replied tersely and clearly.
"Retreat."
They already knew that the enemy had prepared an awe-inspiring force. With that in mind, what else could they do but run?
"Advise the King to order a retre—"
Gazef could not finish his sentence.
That was because a masked magic caster stood at the head of the enemy. At his right was a short person in a hooded robe. At his left stood one of the Empire's Four Knights.
Even at this distance, Gazef could not have mistaken that man for anyone else
"... Gown-dono."
"Is that the mighty magic caster, Ainz Ooal Gown?!"
"Is he the one who summoned the Soul Eaters? Him? Marquis Raeven, we—"
The fearless warrior of countless battles swallowed heavily, and continued in a lowered voice.
"——What the hell are we fighting here?!"
Ainz waved his arm. In response, a magic circle sprang into existence, roughly ten meters in radius and shaped like a dome. It was centered on him. The people on his left and right were engulfed by it, but they seemed fine. It would seem the magic circle did not harm allies.
This fantastic sight drew everyone's attention, even if they knew this was an emergency situation.
The magic circle glowed bluish-white, and translucent symbols appeared across its length and breadth. The sigils changed with kaleidoscopic speed, shifting between runes and letters that nobody had ever seen before.
The Kingdom's troops gasped out in surprise. There was no fear or tension in their voices, like they were watching a beautiful show. However, the ones with keener instincts started looking around themselves in obvious discomfort.
"I'm returning to my unit. There's no more time to waste. Ainz Ooal Gown's power is immeasurable. Doing battle with him was a mistake from the start. What we need to do now is minimize the number of casualties, and at the same time we need to get back to E-Rantel as fast as we can. Gazef-dono, please protect his Majesty. After that, retreat without delay!"
The calm which Raeven had managed to cling to until recently was all gone now.
"Aye! Although I don't trust my abilities that much, but I will definitely protect his Majesty's person. Also, don't think about an orderly retreat—"
"Of course. We'll retreat as fast as we can... no, we'll flee like rabbits."
"Then, I wish you well, Marquis Raeven!"
"The same, Gazef-dono!"
The two men who stood at the pinnacle of the Kingdom's military might and strategic thought hurriedly flew into action. However—
—It was all too late.
♦ ♦ ♦
Nobody's there.
After Ainz deployed his magic circle, that was what he had thought.
There were no players in the Kingdom.
YGGDRASIL's super-tier magic was incredibly powerful.
Because of that, during a large-scale battle, bringing down a person who could cast super-tier spells first was a basic tactic.
One could hamper one's opponents in many ways. Teleportation assaults, for instance. Bombardment from atop a magic carpet. Pinpoint shooting from extreme range. There were countless methods to accomplish that aim.
However, no attacks like these came toward Ainz. In turn, that proved that there were no YGGDRASIL players present.
Under his mask, Ainz smiled, a fact which went unseen by anyone. Of course, his skeletal face could not form a smile.
The bitter smile, laced with faint traces of joy, highlighted the feelings in Ainz's heart.
"So I don't need to serve as bait, then?"
His joy came from the fact that he had not met any players from YGGDRASIL.
Ainz could not be counted as the greatest among the players of YGGDRASIL. There were others who were better than he was, and his odds of survival against stronger players were not good. While playing, Ainz's strength had stemmed from his knowledge. Although he won often in PVP combat, those were consecutive victories after forfeiting the first round of a match.
Ainz was surprisingly skilled at using the information he had gathered. Conversely, his chances of defeat were also very high if he fought an opponent he had never encountered before.
Ainz was fully aware of his abilities, and was deeply grateful that he had not encountered a powerful enemy that he knew nothing about.
But at the same time, he also felt a hint of regret.
He regretted the fact that he could not find the one who had brainwashed Shalltear among his enemies, people who were related to a possessor of a World-Class item.
Hatred, thick and cloying, pooled at the bottom of Ainz's heart. Although his strong emotions were suppressed, the weaker ones persisted within him.
Ainz opened his hand, and within it was a miniature hourglass.
If he used a cash item, he could immediately cast the super-tier spell. The reason why he had not done this was because he was serving as bait to verify the existence of any possible players from YGGDRASIL. However, if there were none, then there was no need to wait out the long casting time for the spell. Having to stand immobile in the middle of a magic circle was quite uncool.
During the battle with Shalltear, he did not have that luxury.
Against the lizardmen, he had not used an attack spell.
Then—
"This will be fun. Ah, it's going to be fun."
—What exactly would a super-tier attack spell do against the armies of the Kingdom?
Although it was not a particularly strong spell in YGGDRASIL, what effects would it have in this world?
Suddenly, Ainz knotted his nonexistent brows.
Many people were about to die, but he did not feel any pity for them, and it somewhat frightened him. He did not even feel cruel, like someone trampling ants to death. In truth ─ in truth, he felt nothing at all.
There was only the desire to see the results of his actions. And of course, the benefits he would reap for himself — for the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.
Ainz clenched his fist.
The particles of sand leaking from the shattered hourglass moved against the wind and flowed into the magic circle surrounding Ainz.
And then — the super-tier spell activated instantly.
"[Tribute to the Black Bounty (Ia Shub-Niggurath)]!"
A black wind blew, racing past the Kingdom's army, which had just finished changing its formation.
No, there was no physical wind blowing. Neither the scattered weeds growing on the plains or the hairs on the heads of the Kingdom's soldiers had been touched.
There were 70, 000 men in the left wing of the Kingdom's army.
Every single one of them was slain in an instant.
Part 2
What on earth happened?
Nobody could answer immediately.
Every living creature that comprised the left wing of the Kingdom's army —not just humans, but their horses too— had suddenly collapsed to the ground like puppets whose strings had been cut.
The ones who realized the answer first were the Imperial troops, ranged against them.
It took a while for the human mind to properly parse the events that had just transpired before their eyes. So after a short delay, shouts of panic rose into the air, becoming a great wave that engulfed the entire Imperial Army.
Certainly, they knew Ainz Ooal Gown was going to cast a spell after he had deployed his magic circle.
However ─ who could have possibly anticipated this?
Who could have guessed that he would cast such a horrific spell?
Who could have imagined that he had cast a spell which could slaughter 70, 000 people — a number greater than the entire Imperial army— in an instant?
The Imperial knights doubted their eyes, even as they prayed to whatever gods they believed in.
They prayed that the people of the Kingdom were not dead.
They prayed that such terrible magic did not exist in this world.
Of course, as they took in the truth before their eyes —that not a single person had stood back up from where they fell— they were fully aware that it was nothing but wishful thinking.
Even so, there was no way they could accept it. There was no way they could accept this as reality.
The man hailed as one of the strongest in the Empire, one of the Four Knights, Nimble, could only grind his teeth in naked terror and stare dumbly at the suddenly depopulated left wing of the Kingdom's army.
Nobody stood back up. That was a reality which was far, far too horrible to accept.
No, the awful truth could not be described with just these simple words.
Ainz Ooal Gown —this magic caster, all by himself— was a monster who could take the nations forged by men and obliterate them in the way that a child would kick down a sandcastle.
That was a reality which was beyond the ability of any words to describe.
The panic enveloping the Imperial Army gradually vanished like draining water. In the end, everyone simply fell silent, unable to speak.
Yet, a strange noise rose up among the silence of the Imperial army's formation. The noise was born of many sounds blending together into a great clamor. It was the sound of every single knight gnashing their teeth.
This was the terror born of realizing that the Empire, where they and their families lived, now stood on the edge of extinction, just like the Kingdom.
This was an understanding that if they dared to raise their hands against Ainz Ooal Gown, that same awful magic might end up being turned on themselves─
Under these circumstances, Nimble suddenly thought of something. What kind of expression did a magic caster like this —who could work a sorcery that could slaughter the living in quantities that beggared mortal comprehension— what kind of expression did he have?
Without moving his face, he spied on the monster standing beside him, Ainz Ooal Gown, but all he saw was indifference.
How can this be? How can this be possible? How can someone like him... like this... be so calm? Even after taking 70'000 lives?! Granted, the battlefield is a place of death. The weak losing their lives is only to be expected. But even so, shouldn't he feel something in his heart after killing so many people?!!
Regret or guilt would be the natural response. If he felt joy or excitement, that might even be understandable, abnormal as such a reaction might be.
However —
Is this indifference some sort of defensive reaction to protect his heart? No, this, this must be familiar scenery for a monster like him!There's no sadistic joy or pity in his heart like when a human being crushes ants!! What... what is this?!!! Why is this happening? Why does someone like this exist in the world?!!!!
"—Is something the matter?"
"Aieee!"
The words sounded like a spike of cold steel driven into him. Nimble's response to the question was a stupid-sounding cry.
"No-nothing's wrong. That, that spell just now, it was magnificent."
Nimble gave silent thanks that he was still able to speak. More than that — the fact that he could praise Ainz under such circumstances was nothing short of laudable.
"Ha ha ha—"
Nimble's desperate compliment was answered by faint laughter.
"Have, have I given offense?"
"No, none at all. You said that spell just now was magnificent, right?"
"Y-yes."
Was that worth laughing at? Sweat flowed down Nimble's forehead like a river. After seeing the dreadful consequences of angering this person, he had no intention of incurring his ire.
"Please, be at ease. Although... I must say, my spell is not complete yet. Now is when the real show begins. After all, when one makes an offering to the Black Goddess of the Bountiful Harvest, she will reciprocate with a gift of her offspring. Those cute, adorable children..."
That was right.
And just as ripened fruit would fall to the earth in the fullness of time —
♦ ♦ ♦
The Imperial knights were the first to see it.
It was expected that the knights, watching from afar, from a safe distance, would see it first. Because they felt safe, they dared to peer outside from the narrow slits in their helmets.
After the storm of death had claimed the lives of the Kingdom's soldiers, something appeared in the sky; a repulsive black sphere which seemed to pollute the world with its very presence.
Then, who on the Kingdom's side saw it? It was most likely the troops of the right wing, who had no direct line of sight to what had happened on the other side. They sensed that something abnormal was going on, but they did not know what exactly had happened, and as they looked around to find out what was going on, they saw it.
As though their eyes were being guided there, the soldiers beside them noticed it. In this way, everyone on the Kattse Plains, who had gathered to wage war, ended up staring silently at the sphere floating in the sky.
The sphere —which resembled nothing so much as a hole in the heavens— was like an opened spiderweb; once one caught sight of it, one could not pull away.
The black sphere slowly grew larger.
Be it fighting or fleeing, no human could engage in any meaningful thought or activity. All they could do was stare dumbly.
And eventually — the ripened fruit fell.
***
In a thoroughly natural fashion, the falling sphere broke apart when it touched the earth.
It burst like a water balloon striking the ground, or perhaps like an overripe fruit doing the same.
It was full of something that spread out from the point of impact. It was something like coal tar. It absorbed the light, like a wave of infinitely-expanding black stickiness, and it swallowed the corpses of the dead Kingdom soldiers.
Informed by a strange instinct, nobody thought it would end there.
They had a premonition ─ this was only the beginning.
Indeed ─ this was the beginning of their despair.
***
Suddenly, a vast tree grew from the black tar that covered the earth.
No, that was nothing as pleasant as a tree.
At first, there was only one of them, but then it multiplied. Two, three, five, ten... these objects waved in the absence of the wind. What was grew there... were tentacles.
"MEEEEEEHHHH!!"
Suddenly, they heard the adorable bleating of a goat. It was not just one goat. It was as though a herd of goats had appeared out of nowhere.
As though drawn by the sound, the coal tar writhed up, and it seemed to vomit forth something.
It was something that was far too strange, too unnatural.
It was 10 meters in height. If one added the length of the tentacles, that figure became unclear.
At a glance, it resembled some sort of turnip. In place of leaves, it had numberless black tentacles, and its thick root portion was a slab of meat covered in frightening lumps. Below that were five legs, like those of a goat's, tipped with black hooves.
Fissures appeared on the root-like portion of its anatomy —a thick slab of meat covered in lumps— as it peeled and split open in multiple places at once. And then─
"MEEEEEEHHHH!!"
The adorable bleating of goats rang forth from those fissures. They were gaping maws that oozed sticky drool.
There were five of them.
They displayed their hideous bodies to everyone on the Katze Plains.
***
The Dark Young of the Black Goat.
These monsters appeared in proportion to the number of deaths caused by the super-tier spell [Sacrifice to the Black Bounty (Ia Shub Niggurath)] Although they did not possess any powerful special abilities, they were outstandingly resilient.
Moreover, they were all over level 90.
In other words, this would become a storm of carnage.
***
Besides the adorable bleating of goats, so sickeningly sweet and cute that it made people want to vomit, there were no other sounds. That was because nobody could speak, unwilling to believe or accept that the events unfolding in front of their eyes were truly happening. Over 300, 000 —or if you counted only the living, 235, 000— people were gathered here, and none of them could say anything.
Amidst all this, Ainz laughed heartily.
"Marvelous. This is a new record. In all of history, I might be the only one who ever managed to call forth five at once. Remarkable. I must give my thanks to everyone who died here today."
Under normal circumstances, being able to call forth one of the Dark Young was not bad. Being able to bring out two was a rarity.
And now, there were five.
Just like a player who was celebrating over beating his own high score, Ainz was overjoyed by the fact that he had set this new record. So what if tens of thousands of people had died for it?
"Although... it would be better if there were more... is five the upper limit? Wouldn't it be quite amazing if I managed to max it out?"
"Congratulations! As expected of Ainz-sama!"
Ainz smiled under his mask as Mare praised him.
"Thank you, Mare."
After that, Ainz turned to look at Nimble, which startled the poor man. His face was somewhere between tears and laughter as he praised Ainz as well.
"Con-congratulations."
"You're welcome."
Ainz was in a good mood as he made his reply.
The sincere emotion on Nimble's face moved Ainz's heart.
Then, he remembered his days as a player in YGGDRASIL, of how he had been similarly moved when he had first seen the casting of [Ia Shub Niggurath]"
Flashy or powerful spells can shake the hearts of the masses. Well, that was only to be expected of one of YGGDRASIL's most popular spells. When I said I was going to cast it, Albedo and Demiurge couldn't stop lavishing praise on me.
***
A gachigachi sound rose from the ranks of the Imperial army.
It was the sound of armor clattering against itself.
The soldiers were trembling, but who could laugh at them?
The Sorcerer King had laughed cheerfully after casting such a horrific summoning spell, and nobody could hear it and not break out in goosebumps.
Every Imperial knight present was thinking the same thing.
They wished that the wrath of Ainz Ooal Gown would not fall upon them.
It looked more like a prayer to the gods.
***
As the soldiers pleaded sincerely behind his back, Ainz began the next phase. He felt that he had already done enough, but he was in high spirits, and felt that it might be better to kill a little more to be sure.
This time round, his goal was to proclaim the might of Ainz Ooal Gown, a practitioner of super-tier magic, to the gathered nations.
That objective had been achieved. However, letting these minions fade away would be a shame.
Indeed, it would be too much of a waste.
Ainz snorted.
If he had a tongue, he would be licking his lips in anticipation.
This was a joy he could not feel in YGGDRASIL, the joy of being able to simultaneously direct five Dark Young.
"—Ah, let's give it a try. Overrun them, my darling lambs."
As they received the command of their summoner Ainz, the Dark Young began to move slowly.
Their five goat legs moved in a bizarre gait as they segued into swift motion. It was not so much graceful as energetic, and perhaps one might smile to see it.
As long as they did not come for you.
Their vast bodies moved lightly, and the five Dark Young broke into a run as they hurtled towards the Kingdom's army.
"Ah, right, there's three — no, four people you can't kill. I absolutely forbid you to harm them."
As he recalled the three people that Demiurge wished to be spared, Ainz sent out a mental command to the Dark Young.
♦ ♦ ♦
"Is this a dream?"
A soldier from the Royal Army muttered to himself, far from the inhuman monsters. Of course, he received no answer. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the scene unfolding before them, and they had lost the power of speech. It was as if their souls had been snatched away.
"Hey, this is a dream, right? I must be dreaming, right?"
"Ahh. This is a fucking nightmare."
The second time the question was asked, someone managed to answer. But their voices sounded like they wanted to run away from reality.
Impossible.
I don't want to believe this.
Thoughts like these spread through the infantry. Even as the lumbering shapes grew steadily larger ─ even as the inhuman beings approached them, they still did not want to accept that this was reality.
If they were simple monsters, perhaps they might have been able to gather up the courage to raise their weapons. However, the monsters which had appeared after an entire wing of the army ─ a full 70, 000 people ─ had been slaughtered in an instant could not possibly be simple monsters. It was like watching an advancing hurricane, and nobody could muster up the courage to brave the storm.
The gigantic, bizarre beings galloped nimbly on their thick stubby legs, charging at incredible speeds.
"Get your spears up!"
A voice rang out.
That shrill, high-pitched scream came from the mouth of a noble. His eyes were bloodshot and foam flecked the corners of his mouth.
"Spears up! Get your spears up!! Get your spears up if you want to live!!!"
Although he had already gone mad from fear and it was hard to understand what he was saying, the soldiers still managed to make out the order "Spears up", and they knew it was probably the best command he could have given.
Acting on reflex, the soldiers raised and set their spears, forming a braced spear line.
They planted the butts firmly on the ground, so their opponents' speed would only harm themselves when they charged into the hedge of points.
Although this formation was nigh-unbreakable by Imperial knights, the Kingdom soldiers wondered —in some small, detached corner of their minds which still held onto calmness— what good they could possibly do with the tiny spears they were grasping. Even so, they knew it was their only chance of salvation.
Given the speed at which those bizarre creatures approached, escape would probably be impossible. Even if they ran with all their strength, they would still be squashed flat from behind.
They prayed that the monsters would not come for them, even as they braced for their charge.
The monsters —which should have been very small in the distance— closed the gap with frightening speed.
As they grew larger, and the earth began shaking under their thunderous hoofbeats, the soldiers' hearts began pounding madly. Then, as their hearts felt like they would burst in their chests, the enormous silhouettes were upon them.
It was like a dumptruck smashing into a swarm of rats.
The soldiers of the Royal Army raised countless spears in trembling hands. But what use were they against the massive, solid bodies of the Dark Young? The spears snapped like toothpicks without so much as scratching the Dark Young.
The massive bodies of the Dark Young trampled the Royal Army underfoot.
Splinters from countless shattered spears flew through the air.
Although they crushed the meaningless resistance that did not even count as resistance, the Dark Young of the Black Goat were merciful in their own way.
There was no pain.
There was no time for their victims to feel pain before they were squashed flat under the titanic weight of the Dark Young's charge.
The spear-wielding soldiers did not even have time to realize that the pikes they were holding had been pulverized by those massive bodies. All they saw were black shadows falling over them.
They screamed and they screamed and they screamed.
Gobbets of meat flew through the air. They had not come from just one or two people, but tens, hundreds of victims. They were stamped flat by the enormous hooves, and thrown— no, flung away by the waving tentacles.
Be they patricians or plebeians, now they were all the same chunks of bloody flesh.
Some of them had families in their villages. Some had friends left behind. Some had people waiting for them. Once they were ground into the mud, none of that mattered any more.
The Dark Young treated everyone the same way, bestowing death upon them all.
Surely they must have been satisfied after crushing countless humans underfoot, but they showed no signs of stopping.
The Dark Young began to run.
They ran on. They did not stop while in the midst of the Kingdom's forces, simply running on.
"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"Abbaaaaaaahhhhhh!!"
"Stoooooooooooooop!"
"Save meeeeeeeeeee!'
"Noooooooooooooooo!"
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!"
The screams rose up every time those gigantic hooves came down. It blended with the sound of humans pulping under the Dark Young's mighty legs, and the sound as they playfully batted humans away with their tentacles.
A sound which men had never heard before went on and on without end.
Trampled.
What better word was there to describe this scene?
Several people desperately thrust their pikes forward. The Dark Young, whose bodies were massive and who had no intention to evade the attacks, were hit solidly by the points. However, the pikes could not pierce deeply enough to cause harm to their slab-like bodies. They were masses of iron-hard muscle sheathed by thick, rubbery skin.
The Dark Young did not mock their futile resistance, but simply charged forward.
Before the soldiers realized that their fatal resolve was meaningless, the Dark Young had already reached the centermost portion of the Kingdom's army.
"Run away! Run away!"
They heard the shouts from the distance. In response, all the soldiers began to flee. It was exactly like a swarm of spiders scattering in all directions.
But of course, the Dark Young were much faster than human beings.
Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat.
The sounds of humans being crushed to death and turned into chunks of meat went on and on.
♦ ♦ ♦
As though they had arrived in a barren wasteland, three of the monsters crossed the center column of the army drawing near the right wing amidst sprays of blood and gore. In moments, they would be upon Raeven's troops.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
The way Raeven shouted these orders was closer to a wail.
They could not fight those monsters.
They should not throw their lives away for no reason.
As they heard Raeven's words, the surrounding soldiers threw down their arms and fled in a panic.
Of course, since there were just too many people, it was impossible for them to move freely.
At first he had signalled an orderly retreat. His was because he was wary of an attack from behind, but now he realised that the time he had wasted in doing that was a big mistake.
"Ainz Ooal Gown, what kind of creature, what kind of magic caster are you?!"
He had underestimated him. No, he had not done so on purpose.
After taking Gazef Stronoff's words into consideration, he had viewed him as an enemy of the highest caliber imaginable. However, all he could say now was that he had still underestimated the man's abilities.
His imagination simply had not been enough.
Who on earth could have predicted that Ainz Ooal Gown was so powerful? Who could have known that such power existed in this world?
Seeing the ever-approaching, ever-expanding silhouettes of the monsters, Marquis Raeven shouted orders at the troops surrounding him.
"This isn't a battlefield any more, it's a killing floor! Just run!"
"My lord!" a knight said as he removed his helmet."The King! What about the King?"
"You idiot! There's no time for that! My lord! It's coming right for us!"
As they looked in the direction of the shouts, the monsters had already begun trampling the fleeing men, and the crushing of the right wing had begun. Although it seemed as though they were charging toward them in a straight line, they were not aiming for Raeven so much as trampling wherever they wanted. In truth, the other Dark Young were far away from where Raeven was.
"Where's the King?!"
"He's there!"
He saw the royal flag in the direction where the soldier was pointing, but a Dark Young was already bearing down on it.
Raeven hesitated. What could he do if he went to help? However, if King Ranpossa III was lost here, the entire country might come apart.
However—
"Leave it to Gazef-dono!"
Raeven had faith in Gazef.
He was a warrior worthy of praise from the King. Although even he would still be unable to defeat those black goat monsters, at the very least, he could bring the king safely out of this hellscape.
"Marquis Raeven! The situation is bad! Please retreat with all haste!"
The voice of the formerly orichalcum-ranked adventurers, the subordinates he most trusted, wiped away Raeven's hesitation.
"—My lord!"
It was less of a shout than a scream. Raeven bellowed a reply.
"I know, let's run!"
Things being what they were, with the monsters at such close range, there was no point disguising it with fancy words like "retreat".
"Please leave the task of rallying the men to me! My lord, you need to get out of here now, and head for E-Rantel!"
The shout came from a sleepy-eyed man. Although he looked unremarkable, Raeven could not have entrusted his command to a better person.
"I'll leave it to you! Use my name as you see fit! I'll bear the consequences!"
The sound of hooves was very near. Marquis Raeven was so afraid that he did not dare turn around to see how close they were, and his fear led him to stick his spurs into his horse's flanks with all his might. However, the horse did not move. Even when he kicked it with more force, it still did not move. It flattened its ears against its head and stayed still.
At that moment, amidst the chaos, a group of horses kicked their way through a horde of fleeing people. The men on their backs clung tightly to their horses' bodies, seemingly ignoring the reins that dangled loosely.
Ironically enough, the trained warhorses were frozen in panic, while the untrained horses were running wild in terror.
"To think training would have the reverse effect!"
In the first place, horses were timid animals. It was only after training that they could be considered fearless warhorses. However, it was precisely because of this training that they could not move. Their minds were already overloaded, but they had not forgotten their training.
"Forgive me! [Lion's Heart]!"
The priest of the Wind God, Yorlan Dixgort, cast a spell of fear resistance on the horse. The calmed horse whinnied loudly.
"Marquis Raeven! We'll lead the way!"
"Please do!"
With the voices of his subordinates wishing him well echoing at his back, Raeven spurred his horse into wild motion, escorted by the former adventurers.
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