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Overhammer 100k

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While experimenting with his newly discovered WCI, Ainz transported himself in a completely different world again. Now, adventuring in this new world while recharging the said WCI, will our Sorcerer King survive in this grim dark universe or something else ?

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Chapter 1Battle Above Sky

The darkness in the emptiness of space surrounded the Imperial fleet as it settled above the atmosphere of the agricultural world — Lunasa , once a world inhabited by three billion lives, now reduced to nothing more than a dead wasteland stripped of all civilization, and instead, tainted by the taint of the xenos.

Within this formation of one hundred and fourteen imperial navy ships a discussion was taking place, on a retribution class battle cruiser, an admiral named Issaph Marthel was arguing with an inquisitor whom all he knew was that his name was Frustveen.

"With all due respect, Inquisitor. Is an exterminatus necessary in this world? It can still be saved, the imperial guard regiments haven't lost yet, if you give us a little more time I assure you we can liberate the planet."

The admiral spoke, trying to gain some iota of mercy or even a shred of empathy for the inquisitor before him, whose face was hidden, only revealing the yellow eyes with stripes similar to those of a carnivorous animal.

The inquisitor said nothing for a few minutes and instead stopped his gaze fixing it on the man before him, this man, this admiral of this imperial navy fleet, his skin the brown color that was natural to every dark elf, attired and adorned with all kinds of insignia that he had earned in various crusades, the inquisitor knew everything about him. From his birth home, 'Elfheim' one of the many elven worlds in the segmentum pacificus to his studies at the schola progenium, he was a good admiral, he could not deny that, loyal to the holy throne of Nazarick and the absolute empire of Ainz Ooal Gown.

"Just as it has been since of old. The stain of xenos impurity has always sought to corrupt the teachings of the empire. Our overlord saw this threat before the empire spread across the galaxy, and for that reason, he protected us, you and me and all the races of sacred Terra. From his throne he watches over us and grants us the strength that only his divinity can give us. This world must be purged, for the Tau have corrupted it. Regiments are already evacuating the planet as we speak, the exterminatus is decided."

"B-but what about the resources of this world? Its forests, its farms. That world is a valuable source of resources for the empire."

The inquisitor turned to see the admiral with anger, the latter could not help but feel terrified to see that agent of the inquisition of the demon race as he had been since the beginning of the empire. He trembled as he saw the three horns on his head glowing a menacing crimson as they seemed to burrow into his soul to unsheath his secrets.

"Do you doubt the words of an agent of the overlord himself? Forests may be replanted, cattle may be bred again, this world will be reborn after being bathed in the holy flames of the empire."

"N-No my lord. It will be as you command."

The admiral regretted for having tried to oppose the words of the inquisitor, he knew that it had only been luck that had saved him from being arrested and sent to prove his loyalty.

And with that, the inquisitor gave the order.

The ships came down approaching the planet, within a suitable height and then they began their work.

From each one arose a mass of energy that descended on the world. These were none other than 11th level magic [Fallen Down] and each of the ships fired at least one at the surface. This spell of immense destructive power had been refined and improved, with a shorter recharge time and a larger area of effect, once calling it a level 11 spell could not do it justice, since seeing how a single one of those energy had covered an area hundreds of kilometers, would leave anyone with their mouths open to see such destructive power.

In little less than an hour, the planet's surface was nothing more than a glass sphere, its oceans had evaporated, its atmosphere boiled and all traces of green incinerated. And with this, the xenos threat purged from the world.

(Scene Change)

Pavhel Mauk awoke, however, not the normal gentle awakening you would find in the home of an Empire's citizen. He hadn't even slept in a bed to begin with. He got to him, the bitter taste of burned earth and the promethium that gave him a sweet and cloying smell. Then he remembered where he was, inside his trench where he had slept for the last ten days. The earth was dry and he could feel his throat begging for water which he sated after reaching for his canteen, this was a world with little vegetation, even so, he could see animals living without problems, it was not a desert, but the hard and porous grass in the plains could scrape at his skin like desert sand.

He took his laser rifle, checked it and kept it with him. He knew the enormous casualty rate that regularly occurred among the ranks of the imperial guard regiments, he knew that he could die sooner or later. That's why he was attached to his rifle, which was more of a charm than a weapon for him, he felt that as long as he had his laser rifle he could survive.

He looked around, his trench was well dug and even made a small room, next to him was his squad of ten men, all of the human race and armed with the standard equipment that an average infantryman should wear. He was the sergeant, in charge of this group, to guide and direct it to fight against all enemies of the empire.

He woke up before the others, except for one who had to keep his eyes open for this time that it was his turn.

"Sergeant. I hope you slept well."

He said with a wry smile on his face as he cleaned his long blaster rifle.

"I've slept worse, Luke, I've even gotten to the point where artillery fire is like a lullaby to me."

They both laughed, both trying to forget that they were in the middle of a brutal war that had already cost thousands of lives.

"How long do you think we'll be here, sergeant?"

Luke said with a grim and tired expression.

"When Guvein's regiment arrives, the silent tribals will arrive soon, then they will join the golems and ogres from the world of Gu. That's when we will attack"

Pavhel said as he remembered the regiment that was missing to arrive, the silent ones were goblins of the Guvein system, known for their scouting and infiltration capabilities, they were a regiment of light infantry, and very good at their job.

"The fleet should just finish them off with orbital bombardment, they could figure this out faster than we can."

"No, the enemy takes refuge underground, even a battlecruiser couldn't take them all out."

"Those damned heretics, they've already massacred two million civilians and with that they've already summoned demons of chaos. But it seems they don't want to use them yet."

Luke spoke of the renegade regiment that had turned its back on the Overlord god emperor and now served the ruinous powers of chaos. Killing them and purifying the world were the priority of this regiment he belonged to.

"There will be time, wake up the others, we must check the defenses−"

From one moment to the next, the calm place where he was trembling followed by a shocking thunderclap that almost burst their eardrums, causing everyone else to wake up with a start, some even tripping and falling.

"Enemy attack!"

They overheard a corporal along with several dozen other guards forming in line to await the enemy charge.

Pavhel tightly gripped his laser rifle and gave orders.

"Everyone to your stations, you know what to do!"

Everyone came out to reinforce the first line of defense, Pavel prayed a prayer to the emperor.

"Holy overlord, protect my men and me. O mighty Cocytus, guide my weapons to purge the heretics."

The line of trenches covered an arc of more than three kilometers in the first line, behind this would follow other smaller ones, but this was the most defended and which had more imperial guards, more than ten thousand to be exact.

Phavel led his unit to their post where they had to wait and contain the onslaught of the enemy. He saw several other units occupying his post as well, each post dug in at least two meters and equipped with two heavy weapons. He saw mortars, multilasers, heavy bolters, flamethrowers, melter weapons and even found some las-canons. In his post, there was a heavy bolter and a meltagun, he checked both and sent one of his subordinates to get more ammunition for the heavy bolter, then he ordered the others to take firing positions but not before ordering them to fix bayonets.

"Frima, take the melta cannon, Grobel, get the bolter."

They both obeyed and got ready.

He could hear the commissioner's voice encouraging the guards and keeping their spirits up.

"By the emperor! The heretics will not go beyond this line, our weapons will reduce them to nothing before they even come close! Traitors who turned their backs on the Divine Overlord, our God Emperor, our God in Life and Death. They will feel the wrath of those loyal to his divinity and shudder to feel our unimpeccable faith! The Overlord protects!"

"Overlord protects!"

Everyone screamed at the top of their lungs when they heard the commissioner. Even Phavel screamed until his throat felt burning, his unit also praised the emperor without missing a single one.

More shells fell in front of the trench, shaking the earth and kicking up the dust, some were falling on some posts killing dozens. More than twenty minutes of artillery fire pounded the trenches and left the ground in turmoil.

A few minutes later Phavel heard on the radio

"They're coming!"

And a few minutes later, he could see them.

An ancient regiment had turned for chaos, more than thirty thousand traitors. The uniforms and armor that used to belong to an imperial guard were now distorted and usurped with symbols of chaos that caused pain in the eyes of anyone. They could see how several of the ancient guards had mutated and taken on grotesque and heretical forms, they carried scrolls that insulted the God Emperor and marched intoning tones of death and mockery.

Everyone was waiting for them to be within range, so many numbers made some sweat and cower, others prayed to the Guardian Gods seeking strength in their prayers. In truth there were so many that it would make any man lose faith in winning.

But that was not what made Phavel and many others trembled.

Behind the heretics followed with them infernal beings, monsters whose presence was most impious to the empire and terrified anyone who saw their faces. They were chaos demons, at least two hundred of them moving alongside their servants.

Everyone knew that there were also demons in the empire, some worked as officials and others even served as arbites, it could even be said that they could relate to other races without much trouble.

But the chaos demons were something else entirely.

Thirsty for sheer wanton destruction. Wreaking havoc on all the races of the empire was their favorite time pass. They only existed to torment all beings in the materium and take their souls for eternal torture in the very hell of the Immaterium.

"O kind Sebas, allow me to return home alive and I swear that I will make the sacrifices in your honor. O Infallible Aura, guide my eyes so that my shots never miss."

Phavel kept praying for the Divine Overlord and his Guardians as he held his laser rifle tightly aimed at the enemy.

As soon as the heretics were starting to shoot, the commissioner raised his voice shouting

"FIRE!"

And an endless stream of projectiles, laser pulses, plasma rounds, howitzers and more poured out to meet the approaching enemy. Thousands fell and thousands continued, stepping over the bodies of their fallen allies without pausing, almost as if they embraced death itself.

Of course, the traitors returned fire as well, and while it wasn't accurate, he was managing to take down a few dozen guards. Luke felt the heat of a laser pulse near him that went to hit a guard's arm, amputating it instantly. The man writhed in pain as a medic tended his wounds to the best of his ability.

The avalanche of heretics did not stop, the demons of chaos spit balls of fire that ended up at various posts, reducing them to ashes and burning everyone in the place.

Within minutes they had gotten too close to the front line, already in some places they were fighting hand to hand and in others the demons of chaos were doing their unleashed acts of destruction and brutality killing countless guards in twisted and grotesque ways.

Even Phavel was driving his bayonet into the chest of a heretic only to pull it out and blow the face off another coming for him. Grobel had run out of all the heavy bolter ammunition and was also fighting in close combat with heretics, meanwhile Frima continued to burn down several enemies with the help of the melta cannon which he used at short intervals saving all the charge he could. Only Luke kept firing without resorting to close combat, his shots were accurate and took out all the enemy officers he could see.

Even so, the line had already practically disappeared, although they were some still fighting, the heretics and demons were heading to the second line that was waiting a kilometer behind.

And just as in the first, they were met by countless shells that decimated them, even the chaos demons were damaged in the face of the rain of iron and fire that engulfed them completely, in the end, the damage had been so severe that they had relatively stopped the attack. With this, the attack had been repulsed.

Phavel killed the last heretic with his laser pistol, he had already run out of ammunition for his rifle and only had one cell left for his pistol. Frima was walking away from the melta weapon that had malfunctioned and it didn't seem to be possible to repair it, Grobel was on the ground, alive, but he had a laser shot to his stomach and if it wasn't for the armor he was wearing he would already be dead by now, the others seemed fine, Luke was taking apart his rifle which now seemed to need changing. This battle had been won, he couldn't believe it, the heretics and their demons had been defeated in this last attack, the planet was now his.

However, such was their surprise and at the same time terror to see an innumerable number of enemies approaching towards them and in turn thousands of demons of chaos that were going for them.

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