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  They looked on, at the things that had come up. They looked at the strange bleating mounds of flesh that wandered over to them. The levies looked on at this, and simply denied that it was happening.

  No, this didn’t make any logical sense, so it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. 70,000 people were dead, and it wasn’t real. The loud sounds of their approach challenged that worldview, of course.

  They towered in the sky, their forms taking up moist of what anyone would be able to see. Even with the sun high in the sky, shining light on everything equally, the levies of the kingdom couldn’t see beyond them. Their massive forms and mere presence taking up the minds and heart of the men.

  Their bck bodies absorbing the light cast by the sun, their bleating and walking filling the ears of the people of the kingdom. In the front, just as the first of these things walked forward to step on the still men, a single soldier turned to his fellow.

  “This isn’t real, right!?” he screamed, “This is a trick!?”

  He and his fellow didn’t get to continue that conversation, as the thing stepped on him like a bug. The neighboring men looked on, and broke ranks and scattered. It didn’t matter what the officers said, it didn’t matter what the nobles spoke, they didn’t want to die here.

  Screams of the dying and dead could be heard from then on. A member of the noble faction told his men to form a spear wall, they somehow obeyed as they formed up and pointed their simple weapons forward.

  He died forgotten there, his corpse not even surviving as he was stomped ft like all the others that had died that day. As the bleating echoed across the battlefield and the Katze pins as a whole, the knights of the empire looked on at all of the carnage going on and shook.

  Yet, one man on the other side of the battlefield did not falter. He was the Chief Warrior of the Re-Estize Kingdom. He wore the treasures of the Re-Estize kingdom: Guardian Armor, Gauntlets of Endurance, Amulet of Immortality, and Razor Edge.

  Gazef Stronoff simply stood there, undeterred. The rge things rushed to him, yet he stood. The dark young stood there, walking and bleating at him, yet all he did was pull his bde from his hip.

  “I am the Chief Warrior of the Re-Estize kingdom, Gazef Stronoff! You shall not pass! Come and fight me and know despair!” he challenged.

  Yet, when one arrived before him, it walked past him, making its way to the king, maybe to sadly him, maybe to simply wander around. Gazef had no actual idea on what was going on in the mind of these things, no one did.

  “Bah!” it went as it walked past, as if saying hello.

  He could not let this stand. He could not let it get past him. He couldn’t fail here! He dived for the thing’s leg, sshing his bde into its leg. The dark young was rather annoyed by this, yet listened to the orders of the undead who had summoned it, and simply swiped at him.

  The bde cut a foot deep into its leg, and then the tentacle came for him to swipe him away. It hit him, pinly on the center of his chest. He flew away. For meters he flew in the air.

  Then finally, he hit the ground. A resounding crash could be heard for those that paid the mind to hear it. Gazef Stronoff looked up at the thing that was now walking away from where he had been, it was so far away now.

  He stood up with a gruff sound escaping his lips. Another sound, nearer to him, was heard. The sounds of sprinting sounded off right behind him, and he turned. There he spotted them, Brain Ungus and the young Climb.

  “Master Gazef!” yelled Climb as he looked at the strongest warrior in the kingdom, “are you alright?” the young boy asked him, and the man simply responded with a nod.

  “I can’t believe you flew that far Gazef,” Brain said as he looked to the rge mass of tentacle and human teeth that had tossed his rival like an actual ragdoll.

  “I think I’m fine, I don’t feel like anything bad has jostled around in me,” Gazef said good-naturedly, “But I should let you both know that you should probably leave before things get even more ugly.”

  Just as he said that, yet another bleat that seemed directed at them sounded off, and the three of them turned to see another of those things walking toward them.

  There they saw him, riding atop one of the beasts that he had summoned, Ainz Ooal Gown. Gazef smiled a sad smile and raised his bde, yet he faltered somewhat as he saw something riding atop the man’s shoulders. Brain spoke, he had not yet spotted the person that was there with the skeletal undead.

  “This would be the fourth incredibly powerful being I have met ion my life in a life-or-death situation,” he said with a slightly humorous tone that made the young man that was standing beside him smile.

  They waited for but a minute, and in that time the smiles of power and confidence waned. There they saw it, a small child on the shoulders of a giant. As the giant beast that the sorcerer king had summoned drew close to them, it lowered one of its tentacles and the magic caster walked down it to the ground.

  The three men stood, sck jawed at the dispy of not only power, but nonchance. He had with him a child that couldn’t be over a year old, she was undoubtably younger. This was no pce for a child, yet there she was.

  “Ah, Gazef,” Ainz Ooal Gown gestured to the man still standing there sck jawed, “Oh, and if you are wondering who this is, this is my second born daughter, Erika Ooal Gown.”

  After he said this, he gently picked the girl from his shoulders and held her in his arms as she looked across the battlefield, then locked eyes with the Warrior chief.

  In that moment, Gazef knew why she was here. She simply was curious. He could tell that the girl herself was a little overwhelmed, but other than that she seemed fine. Gazef sighed then, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

  “Ainz, I hoped that you were well,” he looked to Ainz himself, “It seems as though I was right if you had a child in the time that we haven’t seen each other,” he finished with a good-natured smile on his face.

  “I have been well, Gazef,” Ainz said with a smile his metaphorical face, “I was wondering if you were doing well, but from what I saw of you being unched a hundred feet in the air, I would say otherwise. Though, in all honesty, I have not come here to simply initiate small talk. I have come to propose something,” he said and snapped his fingers.

  Then, the bleating of the dark young stopped. The three men that stood there looked around and noticed that the rge things that had erupted form the corpses of the dead had simply stopped. It was as if they had frozen in time.

  “I will give you this. I will give your king and country this mercy if you simply joined me,” he said the rather startling proposal with power in his voice.

  The three men looked at him with sck jaws. First, Climb didn’t know what to say. Brain didn’t even expect this. Finally, Gazef had expected something utterly and completely different. Just as Gazef was about to speak, however, the small child whispered something that Gazef didn’t think he was supposed to hear.

  “Father, are you just trying to look cool?” the young girl asked in a hushed whisper, the man that held her stiffened at that.

  Gazef felt another smile creep up on his face. Then he spoke, his words were strong, and his stature powerful.

  “I am afraid that I’ll have to refuse. After all, I have sworn an oath and I can’t go back on that now,” he said with a grin, “So, to stop you here and now I have to challenge you to a dual. After all, thew leader of the enemy is right in front of me. I can’t very well let you go, now can I?” Gazef said.

  Ainz shook his head in slight annoyance. He was very annoyed actually, but he would respect the man’s decision.

  “Very well Gazef, but know that it will be your doom,” he said simply.

  “Father, I must ask this again,” his daughter spoke once more aloud seemingly forgetting to whisper, “are you just trying to look cool for me?” she asked, and Ainz dead panned.

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