Bors, Leo, Kikotenshin Nekonyan, and Surshana retreated from the battlefield, their hearts heavy with the weight of the impending conflict and the grim reality of the choices that lay ahead.
Upon returning to their camps, they convened urgent meetings with their fellow Greed Kings and Great Gods, they explained situation.
"So a war it is." declared Crimson, the God of Fire, his voice carrying a fiery intensity that matched his elemental domain.
"Crimson is right," Milford declared with a fierce grin, his eyes burning with determination. "We've faced tough battles before, and we've always come out on top. This will be no different."
"You're both right. As long as the Ancient One remains outside of Nazarick, we have a chance, I believe." Kikotenshin Nekonyan said.
"Why is there no confidence in your words, Nekonyan." Hansuki asked.
"Then what you expect me to say, What we are up against is not some newbie who doesn't know how to use their power," Kikotenshin Nekonyan explained, his expression grave. "The Ancient One is a legendary player. Even someone say he is the legacy of YGGDRASIL then nobody can say otherwise."
"At one point, the whole gaming community knew about the Ancient One, the destroyer of Asgard, the Guildmaster of Ainz Ooal Gown. He is a master strategist who has faced countless battles and emerged victorious. You all know about the Eight Guild Massacre, right? He destroyed everything that stood in his way. And now he is here, and there are no developers here to control him now. We are up against such a legend. Can we really say with confidence we will emerge victorious."
"We don't have a choice, Nekonyan. It's kill or be killed. You were there with me, so you should understand that the only thing he (Ancient One) wants is to destroy us. He doesn't even consider peaceful negotiation. So we will fight, we will fight till we become victorious. Because if we don't then nobody will." Surshana said then he turned to Bors.
"Bors, tell Hougan to call off the ambush plan and open the [Gate] surrounding Nazarick. Our only advantage against Ancient One is our numbers. We need to exhaust Ancient One's forces before we send out our elites."
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"Ancient-Sama, everything is ready." Demiurge said.
With a nod, I acknowledged Demiurge's report. "Excellent. Prepare the defenses and rally our forces. The time has come to face our destiny."
As Demiurge hastened to carry out my orders, I turned to rest of the Guardian and Co-Gurdians. "We must ensure that Nazarick stands strong against any onslaught."
Albedo and Aurora bowed respectfully. "As you command, Ancient-sama. We will not falter in our duty to protect Nazarick."
Just then, I sensed a shift in mana as numerous Gigantic Gates opened kilometers away from Nazarick, surrounding the Nazarick.
I knew that the Great Gods and Greed Kings had brought their full armies to bear against us.
The armies of the Great Gods and Greed Kings stretched across the horizon, a vast sea of warriors from every corner of their empires.
Human soldiers clad in shining armor marched alongside towering giants, their footsteps resonating like thunder across the battlefield. Demi-humans, with their varied forms and abilities, added diversity to the ranks, from agile elves to sturdy dwarves, each contributing their unique skills to the impending conflict.
Ten's and thousands of dragons soared overhead, their massive wings casting shadows over the assembled armies, while creatures such as gobile, troll, and Dryayad prowled among the ranks, their primal instincts sharpened for battle.
Above the assembled armies, the celestial beings known as Angels soared on majestic wings, their divine presence casting a radiant light upon the battlefield. With their shimmering armor and glowing swords, they exuded an aura of righteousness and purity, serving as beacons of hope amidst the chaos of war.
The Angels, with their unwavering devotion to justice and order, stood ready to lend their formidable powers to the cause. Blessed with divine magic and celestial blessings, they were formidable warriors capable of turning the tide of battle with a single stroke of their celestial weapons.
Among the multitude of races and creatures assembled on the battlefield, the presence of Surshana's Undead legion added another layer of terror to the already formidable army. The undead, with their lifeless eyes and relentless determination, marched in perfect formation alongside their living counterparts, their ranks seemingly endless.
Skeleton warriors, their bones gleaming in the sunlight, wielded swords and shields with eerie precision, while skeletal archers let loose volley after volley of enchanted arrows. Liches, their dark robes billowing behind them, commanded legions of undead minions with dark magic, while necromancers summoned forth hordes of shambling zombies to bolster their forces.
The undead knew no fear, no pain, and no mercy, making them the perfect soldiers for a battle of this magnitude.
The vastness of their combined forces was truly awe-inspiring, stretching as far as the eye could see.
As the combined army of the Great Gods and Greed Kings advanced, the ground shook beneath their feet, a testament to the sheer power and magnitude of their forces. With each step forward, they drew closer to Nazarick, their intent clear: to crush all who stood in their way and lay siege to the Nazarick.
Albedo and Aurora exchanged glances, their expressions serious yet resolute. "Ancient-sama, it seems the enemy has amassed their full strength," Albedo observed.
"Indeed," I replied, my tone steady "But Nazarick shall not fall. We will stand firm against their onslaught and emerge victorious."
With that declaration, I turned to address the assembled Guardians and Co-Guardians. "Prepare yourselves, my loyal servants. The battle for Nazarick is upon us, and as I say Ainz Ooal Gown don't know defeat."
"And Antares, You can use your full power."
"Your wish is my command." Antares as a wide smile across his face.
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Suddenly I heard warhorn sounds across the battlefield. It's a tradition among the Demi-humans to honk there warhorn before the battle.
As the warhorns blared across the battlefield, signaling the imminent clash of armies, a wave of anticipation swept through the ranks of both the Great Gods and the Greed Kings. The air crackled with energy as the soldiers braced themselves for the coming onslaught, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and determination.
For the Guardians and Co-Guardians of Nazarick, this was their moment to prove their loyalty and prowess in battle. With steely determination, they readied themselves for the fight ahead, knowing that the fate of Nazarick and all its inhabitants rested upon their shoulders.
Albedo stepped forward, her voice ringing out with authority. "Guardians, Co-Guardians, it is time to show the world the strength of Nazarick. Let us defend our home with honor and valor, for the glory of our Supreme One!"
"FOR SUPREME ONE! FOR ANCIENT ONE!"
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