Overlord - The Lizardmen Heroes - Куганэ Маруяма - Страница 67
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“Older brother, I’ll go check on the others!”
Zaryusu who wielded Frost Pain could not be affected by this degree of influence from the cold air.
“No… Do not go!”
“Why, older brother?!”
“The enemy will probably start moving in a short moment. You are not permitted to leave! Grasp the overall situation, do not let any information slip! This is something which can only be entrusted to you who have wandered across the world and acquired various kinds of knowledge.”
Shasuryu’s eyesight moved away from Zaryusu and turned to speak to all of the surrounding warrior class lizardmen.
“Right now I will be casting some ice resistance magic upon you all, ‘Protection Energy Ice’. Quickly go and inform every single person in the village, and avoid coming into contact with the ice.”
“I will also assist with casting the magic.”
“Please do! Then, Crusch, let us act separately. If any individual is discovered to be in an emergency situation, immediately cast healing magic!”
Crusch and Shasuryu began to cast defensive magic on the unharmed lizardmen.
Zaryusu remained on top of the mud wall, and looked towards the enemy’s position with sharp eyes, making sure to grasp the opponent’s every single movement. It was imperative to carry out the task given to him by his brother with perfection.
“Hey ho.”
Zenberu who had climbed up to Zaryusu’s side gazed leisurely at the enemy’s position.
“You need to relax a bit. Your older brother is looking forward to your wisdom right? Even if you miss something, he won’t blame you. The more important thing is to not be too hooked up in it, and end up narrowing your vision.”
Zenberu in his carefree voice had given Zaryusu a sharp warning.
Just like with that lich battle, everyone should cooperate and divide up the labour, and focus on their own role to the best of their ability.
Zaryusu surveyed the surrounding and discovered that warrior class lizardmen had also likewise climbed on top of the mud wall to observe the enemy. Correct, he was not here to fight a war by himself, but to fight shoulder to shoulder with everyone.
It seems that he who had witnessed that overwhelming power — magic — had been shaken.
Zaryusu exhaled one giant breath, as if to get rid of his internal worries all in one go.
“Sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
“... That’s right, because you, Zenberu, are also here.”
“Ha, don’t look to me for matters which concern thinking.”
The two of them laughed at each other, then continued to observe the enemy’s movement.
“However, that really is a true monster.”
“Yeah! It is basically on a completely different level…”
The Overlord of Death had the insufferably arrogant posture of a king, and pompously gazed in the direction of Zaryusu and their village. That supposedly quite small body seemed expanded by ten times its size.
“... He should be the one referred to as the Supreme One.”
“That ought to be pretty spot on. Furthermore, I really hope there are no others powerful enough to cast magic that freezes the entire lake.”
“That’s right, and I hope so too. In the eyes of that monster who is even able to freeze the lake, we lizardmen are no more than ants. Ah~ what a shame! We’re no different than small insects. Speaking of which… there’s movement.”
The magic caster who froze the lake raised the hand which was not holding onto a staff, and gave a wave in the direction of the village. That action ought to be a command given— Zaryusu felt as such, and in the next moment received a terrifying proof of it.
“Oh oh oh oh!”
The sound came from various parts from within the village.
“What is… that! What on earth is that?!”
After Zaryusu, who at this stage deeply believed that there was nothing more that could surprise him, saw the sight before his eyes, on reflex gave out an anguished cry.
What appeared before him was a two-armed, two-legged colossus which seemed to be carved out of stone.
There in its thick rock chest region lay a red light which shone just like a heartbeat. With thick hands and stubby legs, its stout body shape was even a bit cute, that was, if it was not over thirty metres in height.
This kind of gigantic rock figure suddenly appeared in the forest. Calling it an illusion would in fact be even easier to mentally accept.
The rock figure slowly began to move, and raised an enormous boulder from who knows where.
And then threw it.
Zaryusu involuntarily covered his eyes. Without a doubt, all those who collided with the giant boulder would be met with nothing but absolute death.
In the darkness, Zaryusu heard the movement sounds of surprised persons, and an enormous collision sound reached him. Even the mud wall began to shake violently.
This was followed by the sound of intense rain— the sound of rebounded gravel as it fell onto the ground, and the exclaiming of both adults and children from the village.
Although he was already accustomed to death, it was still intolerable for him to face such horror which exceeded imagination. The shocking lesson moments ago even caused those who had fought victoriously in the previous war to shriek just like small children.
Comforting himself with the fact that he was still alive, Zaryusu exhaled and calmed himself down. After cautiously opening his eyes, what he saw reflected in his eyes was the sight of the undead army beginning to move, and the giant stone figure was nowhere to be seen.
In the wetlands between the two armies was the giant rock boulder which was non-existent moments ago. The undead legion gathered close to the rock, raised their shields flatly above themselves before kneeling down. The other skeletons jumped on top of the raised shields, nimbly maintained their balance then, like the skeletons below, likewise raised their own shields.
At that moment, Zaryusu understood what the opponent was doing and, as if he had been struck by lightning, started trembling.
“Could it be… stairs? Apparently even this myth-like army is used as mere stairs!”
The skeletons approached the giant boulder at abnormal speed— and the stairs made out of undead army units was finally completed.
Following this, the other undead soldiers also began to move. These undead were even more impressive looking than the skeletons moments ago, and numbered approximately one hundred. In their hands were spears with a piece of cloth attached, like the kind used by horse-back spearmen.
Bright red cloth— all of their spear-flags had a single emblem.
Those undead wore cloaks billowing in the wind, and stepped into the wetlands one after each other in perfect unison, advancing forward silently as they shattered the ice beneath their feet. This was followed by another group of skeletons which also entered the wetlands in perfect unison. The second group maintaining a fixed distance from the first group before stopping and crossing spears with each skeleton on the other side.
The crossed spears formed a single path leading directly to the large boulder.
“... Is that a path for the Overlord?”
Zenberu was correct.
The ‘death’ magic caster stepped on the path arranged by the undead, and following behind him were numerous figures who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
Leading the path was the magic caster whose extent of true strength had reached unfathomable heights.
On his body he wore a pitch-black changpao, so dark that it looked as if it had been cut from a piece of the night, and in his hand he held a staff which radiated a black aura. That radiating aura seemed to form into agonised human expressions, which collapsed and disappeared. Even under the hood was a skull, with vacant eye sockets which had a shining small red light in either of them.
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