The knights carrying out the mission were not fresh recruits who had never seen blood.
Every single one of them had blood on their hands.
Those comrades who had hesitated to kill had long since been executed to preserve the secret.
After all, it was simple enough to tell their families, “They died an honorable death in service to the country.”
Who could ever verify the truth?
They had always thought of themselves as anything but cowards.
Sometimes, they even mocked the fleeing villagers — If they had united, maybe more of them could have escaped.
Why didn’t they ever resist together?
Unite, come on!
If you struggle harder, the slaughter becomes so much more entertaining.
Watching you desperately resist with laughable sticks and hoes — that truly brings joy to the heart.
But now, they finally understood.
They were cowards too.
Faced with an absolutely unstoppable and cruel reality, the only thing they could do was run, even though running only made the slaughter all the more pleasurable for their foe.
“Calm down, all of you!” Londes roared.
Perhaps everyone’s minds had gone completely blank, because the surviving knights really did stop crying and instantly fell silent.
“Retreat!
Sound the signal!
Call for the horses and mounted archers outside!
The rest of you, buy time.
If you don’t want to die, move!”
In an instant, everyone began moving and their efficiency was shockingly high.
The fear of death pushed them to draw on every ounce of potential.
Within moments, they had formed up to protect the knight responsible for sounding the horn.
The horn-blower immediately sheathed his sword, pulled out the horn, and a sharp blast rang out.
Perhaps reacting to the sound, the Death Knight began to run, its target the horn-blower and those protecting him.
“Damn it!
Stall it!
Stall until reinforcements arrive!” Londes knew that shouting alone was useless.
He charged toward the Death Knight, which was sprinting like a leopard.
Perhaps inspired by Londes’ display of bravery, several other knights also attacked the terrifying monster.
At this life-or-death moment, Londes felt as though he had broken past his own limits.
The feeling of swinging down his sword with all his might told him that this was the strongest strike he had ever unleashed in his life! This chapter was taken from novelping . com without permission.
‘With this, I should at least— wait, what…?’
The Death Knight simply swung its sword once, then without even pausing, continued to charge toward the “bugs” that had dared to attack.
0.01 seconds later, Londes saw his own body without its head.
0.1 seconds later, everything turned red before his eyes.
‘Is this… blood flooding into my eyes?’
Then he died.
“Hmm?” Momonga turned toward the direction of the horn blast.
Luke sat cross-legged on a protruding rock, one leg casually crossed over the other, also looking toward the village.
“Oh?
Looks like those people over there finally couldn’t resist running away.
So?
Are the experiments complete?” Luke thought for a moment, then let out a laugh.
“Mm, just about.” Momonga discarded the sword he had been holding.
The still-sharp blade sank straight into the dirt.
Albedo stood silently guarding at Momonga’s side, while around them were the corpses of the knights who had been patrolling the outskirts of the village.
These corpses were in various bizarre states — some were clearly charred, others frozen solid.
It was obvious that Momonga had gathered a great deal of data from them.
The undead monsters Momonga had created through magic and special skills were stronger than regular magic summons.
As the Overlord of the Undead, he also received additional bonuses, so the Death Knight just now was naturally much stronger than a standard one.
But even so, it was still just a level 35 monster — nothing remarkable compared to terrifying summons like the Rulers of Death or incarnate Reapers, which required consuming the summoner’s experience points to create.
In short — just basic work, nothing special.
But the fact that such a weak creature could fight for this long meant the enemy was really not strong at all.
And the corpses on the ground had given him another piece of data: They were unimaginably weak.
“Luke-san, unless something unexpected happens, it seems this world really is just as you said — incredibly weak…”
“Mm.
Weak to the point of being scary.
Honestly, I’m almost afraid to take action myself.” Luke yawned as he replied.
Of course, as an Evil Deity of the Abomination race, he had no need for sleep or rest.
He simply felt like playing along and posing dramatically — nothing more than acting cool!
As the War Maniac of the guild, Luke had only three skills, but each one was a devastating killer move.
Their effects maximized attack power and ignored all consequences, meaning once he attacked, he could not hold back.
The mana consumption was enormous — a few rounds and he’d be completely out of MP.
But with such a glaring weakness came an overwhelming strength: attack power and range nearly beyond the game’s limits.
If he brought both hands together for a strike, the destructive force was comparable to a small nuclear explosion.
Since reaching max level with his full equipment set, nothing in the entire game had ever withstood his blows.
Even so, Luke could only be used as a strategic weapon.
After all, in the current situation, one of his attacks would certainly wipe out all the knights in the village.
But there probably wouldn’t be much of a village left afterward.
“Indeed.
And to think they can’t even deal with a Death Knight… in that case…”
“Momonga!” Luke suddenly shouted before Momonga could finish.
“W-what?
What happened, Luke-san?” Momonga jumped in surprise, thinking something unexpected had occurred.
He looked around quickly.
Hm?
There was no magical fluctuation indicating teleportation spells, nor anything unusual in sight.
“How long can a Death Knight hold the line when it’s not a truly urgent situation???”
“And what if the Death Knight doesn’t realize how urgent the situation actually is???”
“Ahhh, this is making me so anxious — what do we do???”
“…”
“…”
For a moment, Momonga actually started seriously thinking about these questions.
He’s right… if the Death Knight summoned in an emergency doesn’t realize just how dire the situation is, what happens then?
How do I make sure it knows I only summon it in truly critical moments?
…But wait, this situation isn’t really that critical, is it?
Then how do I distinguish between urgent and non-urgent calls…?
Then he suddenly came to his senses—
“Why am I even worrying about this?!”
“Hey, don’t get so worked up!
I was just joking!
Momonga, wait — don’t waste your mana like this!
Whoa, hey, this electric massage spell is actually kinda nice— ow, ow, ow!
Okay, okay!
I give up, I was wrong!”
Albedo stood by, momentarily unsure how to react to the sudden chaos.
But judging from the mood, it seemed the two Supreme Beings were in quite high spirits, so she decided it was best not to interrupt them.