“Do you need support magic?”
“Ah, we don’t need it. Friends from the Sword of Darkness, please support your own teammates.
“Then we will proceed as you wish. Everyone, if the battle were to commence under these circumstances, since we’re near the forest, won’t the enemies attempt to flee?”
“How about doing it the usual way? We will pull them further out.”
“Let’s do that! Since Momon-san will fend off the enemies’ attack, what about the ones that sneak past, Peter?”
“I will activate my martial arts skill [Fortress] to keep the ogres in check. Darwin, please stop the goblins. Ninya cast defensive magic on me, then concentrate on casting offensive magic. In addition, even if this might be unnecessary concern, please also pay attention to Miss Nabel’s safety. Lukeluther, take care of the goblins. If any ogres break through, you have to stop them. In this case Ninya will prioritize on cleaning up the goblins.”
Everyone looked at each other and nodded, expressing their comprehension of his instructions. The battle plan was smoothly set, their teamwork was excellent.
Ainz was impressed and expressed his approval with a grunt.
He was reminded of his YGGDRASIL days. Ainz and his comrades repeatedly hunted on the battlefield with perfect teamwork. Pulling, tanking, adjusting the attack target. Because they were familiar with each other’s ability, they could conduct group battle in such a manner.
Ainz was a bit biased, but still confident that cooperation among this small group wasn't easy. The Sword of Darkness wasn’t at their level, but he was able to see a shadow of similarity.
“Momon-san, you need any support aside from magic?”
“No, no need. We two will be enough.”
“That’s really… very confident.”
Peter showed a hint of insecurity in his words. If the ones in charge of the defense line went down, it would lead to a domino effect, causing the entire team to collapse. That should be what he was worried about.
After all, this wasn’t a game and their lives were on the line.
"You'll see once we start."
Ainz finished the conversation with this sentence.
“Let’s start when you are ready.”
Lukeluther pulled the string on his composite longbow until it started to creak. The string made a cracking sound as it propelled an arrow straight out, which landed 10 m from the goblins in the plains.
The sudden attack made the goblins sneer at Lukeluther with laughter.
They were mocking at the missed shot. The goblins couldn’t hit a target 120 m away either, but they seemed to have forgotten that.
Being attacked and their superiority in numbers caused the violent tendencies of the goblins to swell, and they started to shout loudly, charging at Lukeluther without reservation. The ogres followed behind.
They lost themselves in their blood thirst, they neither formed ranks nor put up their shields. Their minds turned blank.
Lukeluther smiled after confirming that.
“Watch this-”
He shot again when the distance was 90m. His aim was true, and the arrow pierced a goblin’s head. This goblin, located towards the back, staggered a few steps and fell dead.
The distance narrowed, but Lukeluther’s bow hand didn’t look tense. He believed that someone would protect him, even if his foe were right beside him.
“Reinforce Armor.”
Behind Lukeluther, Ninya casted defensive spells. Hearing the voice of his teammates, Lukeluther nocked another arrow.
He shot at the 50m mark, hitting the head of another goblin. At this time Peter and Darwin also started moving.
The goblins were nimble, but the ogres had large strides, so their speeds were about the same. But after sprinting about 100m on the grass plains, the ogres with their powerful legs were in the front, with the goblins behind them. The distance was still a bit too far for a wide area spell to encompass all the monsters.
But it was enough, since Darwin’s task was to restrain one of the ogres.
“Nature Bind.”
Darwin cast his spell, the grass under an ogre’s feet started wriggling, turning into vines and binding it. The unnaturally tenacious chains of vegetation locked the ogre in place, making it roar in frustration.
At this time Ainz casually advanced forward with Narberal behind.
Their strides suggested that were taking a stroll rather than intercepting charging monsters.
As the lead ogre approached, Ainz reached behind his back, grabbing the sword hilts. Narberal reached under her cape and drew her sword.
Drawing a large arc, two swords appeared before Ainz.
The bright light entering their eyes made the Sword of Darkness members gasp.
The two swords in Ainz’s hand were flashy and had a length of more than 150cm. Rather than instruments of war, they looked like expensive works of art.
The engraving on the grooves of the swords looked like two intertwined snakes. The tip of the swords spread out like a fan, emitting a cold, sharp radiance.
Heroic weapon.
The swords in Ainz’s hands were the celebrated Hero’s Swords.
His figure made the Sword of Darkness party gasp again. If the scene before caused them to be in awe, the current one made them speechless.
The longer the sword, the heavier it is. Even a weapon enchanted with weight reduction was not easy to wield. They knew from their short journey so far that Ainz had amazing arm strength, but their common sense was unable to accept that someone could wield such a colossal sword so easily.
But…
But Ainz was swinging them as if he were holding clubs, that image was truly awe-inspiring.
“Momon-san… who in the world are you…”
Peter spoke on behalf of everyone as he sighed. As a warrior, he understood how much arm strength was needed to use such a powerful technique. He didn’t know how much time he needed to train before reaching such a stage, which shocked him. He knew they were on different tiers, but the scene before him still made his legs tremble.
Even the dull goblins were frightened by him, slowing down their reckless pace and made a detour towards Peter and the rest.
Only the stupid ogres who were confident in their arm strength charged at Ainz.
The distance narrowed and the lead ogre raised its club.
The swords in Ainz's hands were huge, but the ogre’s club had a wider attack range. When the ogre started its attack, Ainz had already stepped into range.
His was like the wind. He swung the giant sword in his right hand with an even faster speed; the afterimage of a white flash slash seemed to slice through space for a moment.
That slash was too imposing, even though it was not directed towards them, the others felt as though they were witnessing death right by their side.
He ended it in a single attack.
Ainz shifted his attention from the ogre before him to another ogre. As if waiting for Ainz to leave, the top half of the slashed ogre stayed on for a while before finally falling to the ground; the bottom half was still standing. Blood and organs were exposed to the air, creating a pungent smell, emphasizing the fact that this was no illusion.
The downward diagonal slash made a clean cut.