"That's right, we've always been specialized in extermination, after all."
The speaker was one of the men who had stayed behind to protect Nigun.
"I mean, this is a strange mission. Usually, we would have backup from the Windflower Scripture for something as important as this."
"Indeed, I don't know why they only deployed us this time round. Still, this will be good experience for us. We can take this as training in infiltrating enemy territory. Hm, for all we know, that was what the people on top intended."
Nigun said that, but he was very clear that another mission of this nature would be very unlikely.
The orders he had been given were to "assassinate the greatest warrior of the Kingdom, the man famed in the surrounding countries for his matchless might, Gazef Stronoff."
This was not the sort of task which would usually be assigned to the Sunlight Scripture. Instead, it would have been the province of the Theocracy's most powerful special operations unit, the Black Scripture, whose members wielded the power of heroes. However, it was not possible this time round.
The reason was top secret, so he could not tell his subordinates, but Nigun knew the truth.
The Black Scripture was protecting the holy relic "Kei Seke Kouku" in preparation against the resurrection of the Catastrophe Dragon Lord, while the Windflower Scripture was busy chasing the traitor who had made off with a relic of the Miko Princesses. Neither of them had the free time to help them.
Nigun unconsciously felt the scar on his cheek.
He remembered the only time in the past where he had forced to flee with his tail between his legs. The face of that girl with the jet-black demonic sword rose in his mind.
Magic could have easily healed the wound without leaving a mark, but he had purposely left the scar to engrave the lesson of that humiliating defeat into his heart.
"…That damnable Blue Rose."
The members of Blue Rose were citizens of the Kingdom, just like Gazef. Their priestess was the one who most drew his ire. Besides the fact that she was an infidel who worshipped another god, she had stopped Nigun while he was planning to attack demihumans, and even believed that she was on the side of justice in doing so.
"…Humanity is weak, and it uses any and all means to defend itself. Anyone who doesn't know that is an utter and complete fool."
One of the subordinates seemed to have sensed the anger smoldering in Nigun's glassy black eyes, and interjected:
"But, but the Kingdom is foolish too."
Nigun did not answer, although he agreed with those words.
Gazef was very strong, so in order to weaken him, they had to deprive him of his panoply.
♦ ♦ ♦
The Kingdom was divided into the Noble and the Royal factions. Since they were opposed to Gazef, a prominent figure in the Royal faction, the Noble faction was easily led to take political action to eliminate him. They did not even pause to consider that the impetus for their deeds came from a foreign power.
Gazef was a commoner who had risen to his current station by dint of his swordplay, and so the nobles despised him.
And that had led to this conclusion.
The Kingdom's trump card would soon be lost by their own hands.
That was a supremely foolish move to Nigun.
They — the Slaine Theocracy — might be divided into six sects, but whenever they needed to act, they did so as one.
One reason for that was because everyone respected each other's gods. The other was because everyone knew that there were many inhuman tribes and monsters in this world, and that they would be in danger if they did not work together.
"…Which is why everyone should walk the path of the righteous teachings together. Humanity should not fight amongst itself, but work hand in hand to bring about a better and brighter future."
Gazef would be the sacrifice for that.
"…Can we kill him?"
Nigun did not mock his subordinate's unease.
Their prey was the Kingdom's Warrior-Captain — the strongest man in the region — Gazef Stronoff.
Eliminating him would be more difficult than attacking and exterminating the inhabitants of a huge goblin village. In order to dispel his underlings' fears, Nigun calmly replied:
"It will be fine. Right now, he does not possess any of the Kingdom's treasures, the ones which he is permitted to bear. Without them, killing him will be a piece of cake… no, it would be better to say that without them, this is our only chance to kill him."
The Kingdom's Warrior-Captain, Gazef Stronoff, was famed as the strongest fighter in the land. But there was a reason for that reputation beyond his extraordinary swordsmanship.
That reason was the five heirlooms of the Kingdom. Although only four of them were known, he was permitted to bear all of them.
The Gauntlets of Vitality, that made their user immune to fatigue. The Amulet of Immortality, which constantly regenerated his wounds. The Guardian Armor, made of adamantite and enchanted to ward off critical hits. Razor's Edge, the sword created and enchanted in pursuit of sharpness, which could slice through armor like the proverbial hot knife through butter.
Even Nigun could not hope to triumph in a head-on attack against Gazef Stronoff, whose offensive and defensive ability increased astronomically when he used those items. No, it might well be that no human could defeat him when he was like that. However, he did not have those treasures with him now, so this was a great chance for Nigun.
"And then… we also have a trump card of our own. This is a battle we cannot possibly lose."
Nigun patted his chest lightly.
In this world, there were three types of magic items which fell outside the usual types and classifications.
The first kind were the relics from five hundred years ago, left behind by the Eight Greed Kings who had conquered the world in an instant.
The next kind came from the Dragons, who were once the masters of the world before they were decimated by the Eight Greed Kings. The most powerful Dragons, the Dragon Lords, made the secret treasures of dragonkind.
And the third kind were the keystones of the Slaine Theocracy, the artifacts left behind from when the Six Gods descended upon the world six hundred years ago.
Those were the three types.
What Nigun had in his breast pocket now was a rare treasure that very few people in the Slaine Theocracy possessed. In other words, it was Nigun's secret weapon.
Nigun glanced at the metal band on his wrist. Numbers floated up from its surface, indicating that the appointed time had come.
"Then… begin the operation."
Nigun and his subordinates began casting spells.
They summoned the highest-ranking angels their magic would permit.
♦ ♦ ♦
"I see… so there were people out there."
Gazef peeked out at the people surrounding the village from inside the darkened house.
He could see three people within his field of vision. They were slowly advancing on the village while maintaining an even separation from each other.
They were unarmed and were not wearing heavy armor. However, that did not mean that they were pushovers. Many magic casters disliked such equipment and preferred lighter gear. This suggested that they were magic casters.
However, it was the winged monsters floating beside them which confirmed their vocations.
Angels.
Angels were monsters summoned from another world, and many people — particularly, the citizens of the Slaine Theocracy — believed them to be messengers of the gods. However, the priests of the Kingdom ruled that these so-called angels were merely summoned monsters.
While these religious disputes were part of the reason why the countries were set against each other, Gazef felt that their status as divine messengers was secondary to their strength as monsters.
To Gazef, angels and demons, their similarly-ranked counterparts, were stronger than many other monsters summoned using magic of a similar tier. Most of them had special abilities and some could even use magic. They were troublesome foes, in his reckoning.
Of course, that depended on the individual angel. Not all of them were difficult to beat.
However, the angels this time round, with their shining breastplates and flaming swords, were of a type that was unknown to him.
Ainz was watching them with him from the side. He asked Gazef, who did not know anything and could not gauge their strength:
"Who are these people? What do they want? I don't think there should be anything that valuable in this village…"
"Gown-dono, you do not know either? …Well, if it is not wealth they seek, then there can only be one other answer."
Ainz and Gazef locked eyes.
"They must really hate you, Warrior-Captain-dono."
"It comes with the job of Warrior-Captain. However… this is troubling. Judging by the way the other side has so many people who can summon angels, they must be from the Slaine Theocracy… and it's clear that the people carrying out this operation must be a special operations unit… the legendary Six Scriptures. It would seem that both in numbers or ability, the opposition is superior to us."
Gazef shrugged, indicating the difficulty he was in. He might have seemed merely depressed on the surface, but inside, he was seething with anger and panic.
"Well, they've certainly gone to a lot of trouble, using the Noble faction to strip me of my gear. However, it's troublesome for that snake of a man to remain in the courts, so I guess it should be my good fortune to be able to recognize his villainy here. Still, I didn't expect the Slaine Theocracy to have their eyes on me…"
He snorted.
He did not have enough men, he was under-equipped for a battle like this, and he had no plan in mind. In short, he had nothing. Although, there might still be a trump card he could use.
"…Is that an Archangel Flame? It looks similar enough, but… what is a monster like that doing here… could it have been summoned by magic too? That means…"
Gazef turned to look at the mumbling Ainz. With a hopeful look on his face, he asked:
"Gown-dono, if it is all right with you, would you be willing to let me hire you?"
There was no answer, but Gazef could feel the weight of Ainz's gaze beneath the mask.
"You may name your price and I will meet it."
"…Please permit me to refuse."
"…Even the loan of that knight you summoned would be fine."
"…I must refuse that as well."
"I see… then, what if I conscripted you, in accordance with the Kingdom's laws?"
"That would be the worst decision you could make… I did not plan to say such harsh words, but if you insist on using the authority of the Kingdom to conscript me, then I would be compelled to put up a bit of resistance."
The two of them looked wordlessly at each other. The first to avert his eyes was Gazef.
"…That would be frightening indeed. We would be wiped out before even crossing blades with the gentlemen of the Slaine Theocracy."
"Wiped out… well, that's a good joke. However, I am glad you understand me."
Gazef narrowed his eyes and looked at Ainz, whose head was nodded in thanks.
His words just now were not a joke, Gazef's instincts told him. Making an enemy of this magic caster would be a fatal error.
In the face of this life-threatening danger, his instincts were more reliable than his meager intellect.
Who was he? Where did he come from?
As Gazef thought, he looked at Ainz's strange mask. What did he look like under the mask? Was he someone that he knew? Or…
"What's wrong? Is there something on my mask?"
"Ah, no. I simply felt that mask was very special. Since that mask is used to control that monster… then it must be a very powerful magic item… am I correct?"
"Well, about that… I should say that it's a very rare and valuable item. One could even say that it was exclusive."
Possessing a potent magic item implied that the possessor was a skilled individual. By that logic, Ainz must have been a very talented magic caster. Gazef felt a little saddened for not being able to secure his aid.
Although, part of him hoped that as an adventurer, Ainz would accept that request.
"…I see that it's meaningless to keep going on about this. Then, Gown-dono, please take care of yourself. Once again, thank you for saving this village."
Gazef removed his metal gauntlet and shook Ainz's hand. Originally, Ainz was thinking of removing his own Jarngreipr to return the courtesy, but in the end, he did not do so. Still, Gazef paid it no heed. He gripped Ainz's hand tightly, and said:
"I am truly, truly grateful to you for protecting these innocent villagers from being slaughtered. Also… I know it is very selfish of me and I have no authority to make you do anything… but I hope you can protect the villagers here, just one more time. Right now, I have nothing to give you, but I hope that no matter what, you will heed my plea… I beg you."
"About that…"
"If you should ever visit the Royal Capital, I will give you anything you desire. I swear this on the name of Gazef Stronoff."
Gazef let go of Ainz's hand, making to kneel, but Ainz extended his hand to stop him.
"…There is no need to go that far… Very well, I shall protect the villagers. I swear that on the name of Ainz Ooal Gown."
After hearing Ainz swear on his name, Gazef breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you very much, Gown-dono. Now I have nothing more to worry about. All I need to do now is charge boldly ahead."
"…Before that, please take this with you."
Ainz took out an item and handed it to the smiling Gazef. It was a small, strangely carved statuette. There did not seem to be anything special about it. However—
"If it is a gift from your good self, I will gladly accept it. Then, Gown-dono. Time grows short, but I must now leave."
"…Will you not you wait until nightfall before setting out?"
"The opposition should have spells like 「Darkvision」 and the like, so night fighting is not to our advantage, but I cannot imagine they will be hampered by it. Also… we also need to let you see how we stand or fall."
"I see. As expected of the Kingdom's Warrior-Captain, your keen insight is truly worthy of praise. Then, I wish you all the best, Warrior-Captain-dono."
"And I wish you a safe journey home, Gown-dono."
♦ ♦ ♦
Ainz quietly watched Gazef's back shrinking into the distance as he rode off. Although her master seemed to be thinking about something, Albedo did not inquire further.
"…Haa… when I first saw the humans here, I could not help but think of them as insects… but after speaking with them, I have come to be fond of them, like small animals."
"Is that why you swore on your glorious name to protect them?"
"Perhaps… no, I should say that it was in response to how he bravely rode to his death…"
Ainz admired it.
He admired Gazef's determination, his strength of will that he did not have.
"…Albedo, order the servants to search out the ambushers around us and knock them out once they are found."
"I will do so at once… Ainz-sama, the Village Chief and the others are here."
As Ainz turned to look at Albedo, he caught sight of the Chief and two other villagers coming over.
They reached Ainz's side, panting heavily. Filled with tension and unease, the Chief spoke immediately, as though breathing were a luxury he could not afford.
"Ainz-sama, what should we do? Why did the Warrior-Captain leave us behind and not protect us?"
The Chief's words were filled with fear, but there was an undercurrent of anger there as well.
"…He is doing what he must do, Chief-dono… The foe has their eye on the Warrior-Captain-dono, and if he stayed here, the village would become a battlefield. The enemy will not let you flee either. He left this place for your sake."
"I see, so that was why the Warrior-Captain left… Then, then should we remain here?"
"Of course not. They will come to kill you after they are done with the Warrior-Captain-dono. As long as you remain within their encirclement, you will have nowhere to run. However… while the foe is dealing with the Warrior-Captain-dono, you will have a chance to flee. You should take it."
So that was why the Warrior-Captain rode out in force with his men. He planned to use himself as bait and lure the enemy away with a head-on attack.
The Chief red-facedly lowered his head as he heard about the Warrior-Captain's slim chances. The man was riding to his death just to give them a chance to flee. He cursed his inability to understand the man's sacrifice, and how he mistook Gazef's courage for selfishness and maligned him for it.
"I can't believe I jumped to conclusions and wrongly blamed a good man… then, Ainz-sama, what should we do now?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"We live near the forest, but there's no guarantee that we won't be attacked by monsters. We were just lucky and thought that this place was safe, so we gave no thought to self-defense, and in the end, not only did we lose our friends and loved ones, but even became a burden…"
Now it was not just the Chief, but the villagers behind him who had looks of regret on their faces.
"That could not be helped either. Your attackers were professional soldiers. If you had tried to resist, you might have all been dead before I got here."
Ainz was trying to comfort the villagers, but none of them felt comforted at all. The fact was that no matter what pretty words he said, the loss of the villagers was an undeniable tragedy. All they could hope for was for time to heal their wounds.
"Village Chief-dono, there is no more time. You must move quickly so as not to waste the Warrior-Captain's determination."
"I see… then, Ainz-sama, what will you do?"
"…I will stay here and observe the situation, and then wait for a good time to escort you all away."
"We are always making trouble for you, Ainz-sama, really, we…"
"…Think nothing of it. Because I made a promise to the Warrior-Captain-dono… in any case, gather all the villagers into one of the larger houses. I will further protect it with magic."
Part 4
He could feel his horse's agitation through his feet.
Even a trained warhorse — no, it was because it was a warhorse that the beast knew it was riding into death.
There were only four or five of the enemy surrounding the village, so there was a large gap between each of them. However, their encirclement was most likely airtight.
In other words, they had set a trap for him, and if he sprang it, he would die.
Even so, Gazef was still determined to break through them. No, going by the present circumstances, a forceful breakthrough was the only choice for him.
He had no chance against them in ranged combat.
If he had skilled archers by his side, it would be a different matter. If not, he had to avoid a long-range battle with magic casters.
Fighting a defensive battle would be even more stupid.
It would be one thing if they had stone-walled houses or a sturdy fort to fight from, but he had no confidence at all in the ability of wooden walls to stop magic. For all he knew, both Gazef and the houses might go up in smoke together.
Therefore, the last tactic he could use was a thoroughly unethical one.
That was to say, he would have to shift the theater of battle into the village and draw Ainz Ooal Gown into the fight, thus forcing his involvement.
But if he did that, it would completely defeat the purpose of coming here in the first place. Therefore, Gazef had to put himself into danger.
"Hit the enemy hard and draw in the sentries from around the village. After that, fall back immediately. Do not hesitate and miss your chance to flee."
After hearing the energetic replies from behind him, Gazef frowned.
How many of the men here would be able to go back alive?
They were not any more talented than ordinary people. Nor were they born with superpowers or special talents. They were just a group of men who had trained hard under Gazef. Losing the fruits of his labor here would be a terrible waste.
Gazef was going to make a stupid, senseless sacrifice, and his men were going to follow him into it. He wanted to apologize to these men, that he had drawn in with him, but once he turned around and saw them, those words died in his mouth.
What he saw were the faces of true warriors, fearless men who knew where they were headed and who had swallowed any complaints about the matter..
There was no need to apologize for the looks on his men's faces, that look which said that they knew they were riding into danger, but they would go into it regardless. One by one, the men shouted to the embarrassed Gazef:
"Don't worry, Warrior-Captain!"
"Yeah, we all came here of our own free will, to fight and die by your side, Warrior-Captain!"
"Please let us protect our country, our people, and our friends!"
There was nothing left to say. Gazef returned their shouts with a thunderous cry:
"Then, forward! Tear their guts out!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Gazef's men spurred their horses forward to follow their leader. The galloping horses shot across the plains like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Still mounted, Gazef drew his bow and nocked an arrow to the string.
Though his horse shook and shuddered beneath him, Gazef calmly drew the string back. The loosed arrow struck its target unerringly, piercing the head of the frontmost magic caster… or at least, that was what he thought would happen.
"Cheh! It was useless after all. Maybe if I had a magic arrow, but… ah, I don't have what I don't have. Griping about it here is pointless."
The arrow bounced off like it had struck a sturdy helmet. That supernatural hardness must have been the work of magic. Just as Gazef had said, in order to shoot through magic that protected against ranged attacks, he would need a magic weapon of his own.
Since Gazef did not have a weapon like that, he stopped shooting and put away his bow.
The magic casters began their counterattack, and cast their spells.
Gazef focused his energies, and took a stance in order to resist their magic.
Just then, the horse between his legs whinnied loudly and reared up, its front legs kicking the air.
"Go! Go! Go!"
He tightly gripped his reins and leaned forward, practically hugging the horse. Fortunately, his swift reflexes kept Gazef from being thrown off. While it had caused a sheen of cold sweat to bloom all over his body, at the very least, he had managed to suppress his brief panic. There was something more important before him.
A flustered and panting Gazef lashed his mount's flanks, but the horse remained still, as though someone more important than its rider were giving it orders.
This strange phenomenon could only mean one thing.
Mind-controlling magic.
The horse had been affected by such a spell. Gazef might have been able to fight off its effects, but the affected party was not a magical beast, but a mere warhorse, so resistance was not to be expected.
Anger flared up in Gazef for not predicting such an obvious form of attack. He leapt off his horse, and his galloping subordinates guided their mounts around him, flowing past him on both sides.
"Warrior-Captain!"
The last men of the group slowed down, extending their hands. They wanted to help Gazef onto their horse, but the angel looking down upon them from the heavens swooped down faster. Gazef drew his sword and swung at the angel.
The steel blade became a swift flash of light.
The stroke of the Kingdom's strongest man was enough to cleave a man's body in two. But the angel was not a man, and although it had taken a grave wound to its torso, it was not slain yet.
The blood spraying into the air was the mana that composed the angel. It vanished like smoke.
"No need for that! Turn around and charge them!"
After Gazef gave his orders, he turned a keen glare at the angel which had escaped with its life. It had been badly hurt, but it was still trying to find holes in Gazef's defenses.
"So that's how it is."
A strange feeling ran up his arms when his blade found its mark.
Gazef knew what it was. These monsters had a skill that would greatly reduce any damage done to them unless the attacking weapon was made of a special material. It was thanks to this ability that the angel could take a blow from Gazef without falling.
If that was the case…
Gazef focused his energies within himself and activated the martial art 「Focus Battle Aura」, and his blade glowed with a crimson light.
The angel took this opportunity to cut in with a sword of red flame. However—
"—Too slow."
In the eyes of the Kingdom's strongest warrior, Gazef Stronoff, the angel's movements were truly too slow.
Gazef's sword moved.
This blow was far more powerful than the one before it, and Gazef's sword sheared neatly through the angel's body.
Its body destroyed, the Angel seemed to melt in mid-air, its glittering wings flapping a few times before vanishing as though it had been nothing more than an illusion.
If Gazef had not been in such dire straits, he might well have applauded the light show. However, he did not have the time for that at the moment.
Gazef looked around, saw the enemies advancing on him in an endless tide — and smiled.
More angels flashed into existence around them as well.
Gazef was well aware that they were not ordinary reinforcements.
"…So, anything goes with magic, huh? Damn."
As he cursed the magic casters who could easily do what warriors could not, Gazef calmly took stock of the enemies surrounding him, and confirmed that this was everyone who was surrounding the village.
That would mean that the encirclement of the village was lifted.
"Then, Gown-dono, the rest is up to you."
The knowledge that he could save the surviving villagers filled Gazef's heart with endless joy. He smiled at the enemy's carelessness.
And then, the sound of hoofbeats filtered into Gazef's ears. It was the sound of Gazef's subordinates, charging back into the battle.
"I told you to scatter once the blockade went down… truly, you're a bunch of fools… and truly, I'm proud of you."
Gazef sprinted forward.
This might well be the best and only chance to end the battle. Judging by the speed of the horsemen, the enemy magic casters would need to focus all their attention on them. He would take advantage of this opportunity to cause chaos in their ranks. That was the only way.
His men's horses whinnied and reared up, just like Gazef's horse did. Several people moaned in pain as they were thrown off their horses, and the angels took the chance to press the attack.
Although his subordinates were on par with the angels in terms of fighting power, the latter had special abilities with the former did not possess, and Gazef's men were soon plunged into dire straits. As he had expected, more than half of his men were fighting desperately for their lives. The spells of the magic casters only made things that much worse for them.
His men fell to the ground, one after the other.
Gazef averted his eyes, and ran forward again.
His target was the enemy commander.
He did not think the enemy would retreat if their commander went down, but that was the only way to save everyone.
Over thirty angels put themselves in Gazef's way as he charged. He frowned as he saw the heavy defenses ahead of him.
"Out of my way—"
Gazef activated his trump card.
Heat bloomed from his hands, and spread to envelop his entire body.
Gazef broke the limits of his physical body and stepped into the realm of heroes. In addition, he activated several martial arts at once — one could call those a warrior's magic.
Gazef glared at the six angels surrounding him.
"「Sixfold Slash of Light」!"
This was a martial art that struck as fast as light. In one move, he hit the six angels around him.
All six of them were cut in half, dissolving into motes of light.
The reinforcements from the Slaine Theocracy gasped in surprise, while Gazef's men cheered.
Although his ultimate attack made his arms cramp up, it was not enough to decrease his fighting effectiveness.
Then, as though ordered to drown out the cheers, a huge wave of angels swept in, and one of them lunged at Gazef with its flaming sword.
"「Instant Counter」!"
Gazef used his martial art just as the angel swung, and his body blurred away like mist.
Halfway through its attack, the angel took a hit from Gazef. That hit reduced it to glittering dust.
But Gazef's offensive did not end there.
"「Flow Acceleration」!"
With fluid, graceful moves, he dispatched the angels one after the other.
His ultimate attack took down two more angels again. This splendid display of martial technique inspired Gazef's men and gave them a ray of hope.
But the Theocracy's troops would not allow that to happen, and their commander erased that hope with mockery.
"Well done. However… that is all you can do. Clerics who have lost your angels, summon new ones. Focus your spells on Stronoff!"
The heat which had been building in the air immediately cooled off.
"This is bad."
Gazef took down another angel as he muttered to himself. It would seem there would not be any more cheering no matter how many angels Gazef slew, since his men were worrying about the enemy coming at them.
They were superior in numbers, equipment, training, and individual ability.
The sole weapon of Gazef's beleaguered men — their hope for victory — was gone.
After unconsciously evading an incoming sword, Gazef counterattacked, and destroyed an angel in one hit. However, the enemy he was aiming for was still far away.
Although his subordinates hoped otherwise, they needed magic weapons to break through the angels' damage reduction. They did not know how to use the 「Focus Battle Aura」 martial art like Gazef could, and without magic weapons, even if Gazef's men could injure the angels, they could not finish them off.
They were at their wit's end.
♦ ♦ ♦
Gazef bit his lip, and continued slashing.
His record for the most consecutive uses of his ultimate attack, 「Sixfold Slash of Light」, was rapidly increasing.
A warrior like Gazef could use six different kinds of martial arts at once, and combined with his hidden ultimate attack, that made seven martial arts at once.
Until now, he had been using martial arts to improve his physical attributes, fortify his mind, improve his magic resistance, temporarily render his weapon magical, as well as another technique that he used on hitting an opponent. That made five martial arts.
The reason why he had not pushed himself to the limit and used all seven at once was because powerful martial arts depleted one's concentration.
In particular, the 「Sixfold Slash of Light」 required three times the focus of his other techniques.
Gazef had two ultimate attacks like this, but he could only use them with four other martial arts at the same time.
He could easily defeat an angel with those techniques. But even if he struck them down, more of them were summoned anew. As long as he did not defeat their summoners, they would call up more angels to face him. While trying to run the opposition out of mana was an option, Gazef would probably tire before that.
The truth was, Gazef's arms were growing heavier and heavier, and his heart was racing.
「Instant Counter」 was a martial art that forcibly corrected the body's balance after making an attack, resetting it to before the blow was struck. While that meant that the practitioner could immediately attack again, the forced reset of the body would place immense strain on it.
「Flow Acceleration」 was a martial art that increased the speed at which one's nerves functioned, increasing one's attack rate. However, that technique created fatigue in the brain.
And then, there was the ultimate attack, the 「Sixfold Slash of Light」.
Using them put a great burden on the body, but without them, he would have no chance at all.
"Bring them all on! Your angels are nothing!"
His fearsome shout startled the Theocracy troops, but they soon recovered and renewed the offensive on Gazef.
"Pay him no heed, that's just the roar of a caged beast. Don't worry, deplete his strength bit by bit. But don't get too close. That beast's claws are long and sharp."
Gazef glared at the man with a scar on his face.
If only he could defeat him, he could turn the battle around. The problem was the other angel near him, different from the ones with the flaming swords. And then there was the great distance between them, and the several layers of defenses in the way.
They were simply too far apart.
"The beast is about to make a break for it. Show him the meaning of the word 'impossible.'"
The man's calm voice only served to aggravate Gazef further.
Even if he stepped into the realm of heroes, Gazef could not win with his refined melee techniques alone.
Still — so what? If that was the only road available to him, then he would have to charge down it with all his might.
As the strength returned to his eyes, Gazef began his charge.
However, the road ahead was hard, like he had expected.
The angels loomed before him, one after the after, swinging their swords of scorching red flame. As he evaded and counterattacked and destroyed the angels one after the other, Gazef suddenly felt an intense pain. It felt like he had been struck hard in the belly.
As he looked in the direction of the pain, he saw a group of magic casters casting a spell of some sort.
"Well, if you're priests, you should act like it. How about a little healing over here!?"
As though to answer Gazef's jibe, an invisible force smashed into Gazef's body.
Though the enemy used invisible attacks, Gazef was confident that he could avoid them by reading traces in the air and the looks on his opponent's faces. That might even have worked, if there were only a few of them. However, against thirty of those attacks, there was nothing he could do. Just keeping his sword in his hands was taking all his strength.
The pain filled his whole body. He had no idea where it was coming from, only that it was so great it almost made him collapse.
"Gahaah!"
The taste of steel welled up in his throat, and Gazef spat a mouthful of fresh blood. The sticky ichor welled out of his mouth and stained his chin.
Gazef's legs were shaky after that barrage of invisible blows, and now an angel was swinging its flaming sword at him.
He could not avoid the blow, and it struck his armor. Fortunately, it deflected the sword, but the impact travelled through the breastplate and deep into his body.
He swung wildly at the angel, but his poor balance meant that the angel easily evaded the attack.
Gazef's sword trembled in his hands as he gasped for breath.
The fatigue that filled his body seemed to be whispering into his ear, telling him to just lie down and rest.
"The hunt has entered its final stages. Do not let the beast rest — order your angels to attack consecutively."
Even though Gazef desperately wanted a moment to recover, the angels surrounding him obeyed their masters and mercilessly attacked him, one after the other.
He somehow evaded the attack from behind, and parried a thrust from the side. He used the strong angles of his armor to deflect an angel's charge from above.
Gazef wanted to counterattack his foes, but he was greatly outnumbered.
As his strength diminished, he could only take out one opponent at a time, since he lacked the stamina to use martial arts. As his subordinates fell one by one, the enemy's attacks were concentrated on him. With no way to break through the enemy's encirclement, he felt death closing in on him.
His concentration faltered, and he nearly fell to one knee. He desperately tried to refocus so he could fight.
The invisible impacts came again, striking the tottering Gazef.
The world before him shook mightily.
Not good!
Gazef used all his strength to try and maintain his balance. However, something seemed wrong with his body, and the strength that should have held him up was nowhere to be found.
The itch of touching the grass spread through his body, and Gazef realised that he had fallen.
He struggled to rise again, but his body betrayed him. The angels' swords meant death for him.
"Now, finish him off, but do not send in one angel. Use them all to ensure he is dead."
Yes, he was dead.
His well-trained hands were shaking uncontrollably, and he could not pick up his longsword. Even so, he could not give up.
His gritted teeth made creaking sounds.
Gazef was not afraid of death. He had taken many lives in the past, so he was prepared to meet his end on the battlefield.
Like he had told Ainz, he was hated by people. That hatred became a sword that would one day pierce his body.
But he could not accept an end like this.
They had attacked several villages and murdered defenseless, innocent villagers, all to lure Gazef into a trap. He could not allow himself to die at the hands of honorless dogs like this, and he could not bear his powerlessness.
"Gaaaaaaah! Don't look down on me—!"
He shouted with all the strength in his body.
Blood dribbled out the side of his mouth as Gazef rose to his feet.
A man who should have been powerless to stand now stood proudly, the mighty force of his presence forcing back the angels that surrounded him.
"Haaa—! Haaa—!"
Just getting to his feet had him panting heavily. His mind was a blur and his body felt like it had turned to mud. But he could not lie down. If he lay down, all would be lost.
This little bit of pain he felt could not compare to the suffering of the dead villagers.
"I am the Warrior-Captain of the Re-Estize Kingdom! I am a man who loves and defends his country! How can I lose to bastards like you who stain my country with your footsteps—!?"
He was certain that great man would protect the villagers.
Then, what he should do was defeat as many of the enemy as he could, so the people would not meet the same fate as all the others.
Protecting the future people of the Kingdom. That was all he wanted to do.
"…You will die here because all you can do is babble that nonsense, Gazef Stronoff."
Gazef glared at the enemy commander as his cruel mockery reached his ears.
"If only you had abandoned these villagers on the border, you would not be dying here. You probably don't know, but your life is far more valuable than even a thousand of these peasants. If you truly love your country, you should have abandoned them to die."
"You and I… will never see eye to eye… let's go!"
"What can that body of yours do? Cease your pointless struggles and lie down quietly. As a final act of mercy, I will kill you without drawing out your suffering."
"If you think… I'm helpless… then why don't you come… take my head? It should be easy… if I'm like this, right?"
"…Hmph. You're all talk. It looks like you still want to fight. Do you think you can win?"
Gazef simply stared straight ahead, his hands trembling as he gripped his sword. He focused on the enemy in front of him, ignoring the angels surrounding him.
"…What a pointless effort. Truly, you are an idiot. After we kill you, we will then massacre the villagers you saved. All you have done is bought them a fear filled stay of execution."
"Kuh. kuh… kuku…"
Gazef was smiling brightly.
"…What's so funny?"
"…Hmph, you fool. In that village… is a man who is stronger than me. His power is unfathomable, but he could take you all out by himself… Trying to kill… the villagers he protects… is impossible for you."
"…Someone stronger than the Kingdom's greatest warrior? Do you think boasting like that will do you any good? You truly are an idiot."
Gazef was still smiling. What kind of look would Nigun have on his face when he met that inscrutable man called Ainz Ooal Gown? Seeing that would probably be the best gift Gazef could receive before heading off to the afterlife.
"…Angels, kill Gazef Stronoff."
Countless wings moved in response to that cold, cruel order.
Gazef steeled himself, preparing to run forward, when suddenly a voice came past him:
—Looks like it's about time to switch.
The scenery before Gazef changed, and he was no longer on that bloodsoaked plain. Instead, he was in the corner of what looked like a simple village hut.
There were worried-looking villagers all around him.
"This, this is…"
"This is a warehouse that Ainz-sama has protected with his magic."
"So you're the Chief… Gown, Gown-dono does not seem to be here."
"No, he was here just a moment ago, but he seems to have vanished without a trace, and in his place, you appeared, Warrior-Captain-sama."
I see, so the voice in my head was…
Gazef allowed himself to relax. He would have no part to play in what would come next. Gazef collapsed to the ground, and the villagers hurriedly drew closer.
The Six Scriptures. They were an enemy that even Gazef Stronoff, the strongest warrior in the region, could not hope to defeat.
Yet, he could not even begin to imagine that Ainz would lose.