CH : 07 Slaying Beasts

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As the guild's seasoned adventurers rushed out to confront the wyvern, Ainz, now known as Mark, moved with purpose and determination. Despite the weight and bulk of his jet-black armor, he moved with surprising agility and speed, leaving onlookers in awe of his capabilities.

"How can this man run so fast with all that armor on his body?" murmured one of the onlookers, voicing the collective astonishment that rippled through the guild hall.

The chaos and destruction wrought by the Frost Wyvern sent shockwaves of panic through the city. Ainz watched with a mixture of concern and curiosity as Gagaran, driven by her fierce determination, launched herself into battle against the monstrous creature.

"What is she doing?" Ainz couldn't help but wonder, noting the recklessness of her solitary attack against such a formidable foe, at least for her.

As Gagaran's war pick arced towards the wyvern's head, Ainz tensed, expecting a swift and decisive strike. However, the Frost Wyvern proved to be quicker than anticipated, lashing out with its tail and sending Gagaran hurtling through the air, crashing into a nearby building.

The sudden turn of events drew gasps and shouts of concern from the onlookers, including Lakyus, whose cry of alarm echoed through the chaos.

GAGARAN!"

[Dark Blade Mega Impact] [Crystal Dagger]

Ainz's attention shifted to Lakyus, taking note of her distinctive dark sword and floating swords—relics that triggered memories of his time in YGGDRASIL. However, even her good attacks, like the Dark Blade Mega Impact and Crystal Dagger, proved futile against the wyvern's defenses.

The Frost Wyvern's icy breath swept through the battlefield, freezing both city guards and adventurers alike in its chilling embrace. Ainz grimaced as he witnessed the tragic toll of the creature's rampage, the frozen statues of the fallen serving as grim reminders of its lethal power.

"Even Blue Rose can't defeat that monster," a city guard's desperate shout underscored the dire situation, instilling a sense of impending doom among those caught in the wyvern's icy onslaught.

Ainz stood amidst the chaos, his crimson eyes scanning the battlefield with a mix of curiosity and headaches. The sight before him was grim—a scene of devastation and despair as the Frost Wyvern wreaked havoc upon the city, its icy breath freezing everything in its path.

The adventurers fought valiantly, their courage evident as they faced off against the monstrous wyvern. Yet, despite their best efforts, their attacks seemed futile against the creature's immense strength and resilient defenses. Ainz couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as he watched them struggle, their weapons and spells appearing feeble in comparison to the colossal threat they faced.

'These adventurers... They look like children holding sticks,' Ainz thought to himself, a tinge of sadness coloring his thoughts. He reflected on how different the outcome might have been if players from YGGDRASIL hadn't arrived in this world ages ago. The human race might have perished long ago under the onslaught of such powerful monsters.

"Well, I think it's time to end this party," Ainz spoke aloud, his voice calm but resolute.

"Eh?" The guild master's confusion was palpable as she looked at the dark warrior, unsure of his intentions.

"S-Sir Mark, that monster is too strong. You cannot fight him alone," she protested, concern etched on her face.

"Do not worry about me, guild master. You must go and protect the citizens," Ainz reassured her, his tone unwavering.

With each step, Ainz's figure exuded a sense of majesty and determination, reminiscent of the legendary heroes from tales of old—those who stood against the forces of darkness to protect the weak and vanquish evil.

"What the hell is he thinking!" Evileye muttered under her breath, her gaze fixed on Ainz's retreating form.

The Frost Wyvern loomed menacingly over the city, its icy scales shimmering in the sunlight as it surveyed the chaos it had wrought. Buildings lay in ruins, and the terrified screams of the citizens echoed through the streets. It seemed unstoppable, a force of nature unleashed upon the unsuspecting populace.

Amidst the chaos, a figure clad in jet-black armor approached the monstrous wyvern with an air of confidence that bordered on audacity. It was Mark the Black, a name that had quickly spread throughout the adventurer community as a formidable warrior.

As Mark drew closer, his crimson gaze locked onto the Frost Wyvern's fiery eyes. The creature tensed, ready to unleash its deadly icy breath at any moment. Yet, the dark warrior remained undeterred, his posture calm and collected despite the imminent danger.

"Hey there, lizard," Mark's voice rang out boldly, cutting through the cacophony of destruction. "I am Mark the Black. Can you stop this little rampage of yours?"

The onlookers gasped in disbelief. Did he just call the fearsome Frost Wyvern a "lizard"? Such brazenness was unheard of, especially when facing a creature of such immense power.

The Frost Wyvern, initially taken aback by the unexpected address, quickly grew incensed. "I do what I want, human," it roared, its voice thundering through the air like a winter storm. "And how dare you call me like that! Do you have a death wish?"

Mark's gaze remained steady, unwavering in the face of the wyvern's fury. "I can call you what I want," he replied calmly, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

The Frost Wyvern could not believe how this human was mocking him. He wanted to unleash his ice breath...no, that would be a merciful death.

As the Frost Wyvern's strike connected with the dark warrior, the impact reverberated through the air, sending shockwaves rippling across the battleground. Dust and debris billowed up, momentarily obscuring the view of the combatants. The adventurers and citizens who had gathered to witness the battle held their breath, their eyes wide with anticipation and fear.

As the dust settled, the scene that unfolded left everyone stunned. Standing amidst the debris was the dark warrior, seemingly unscathed by the powerful blow of the Frost Wyvern. His jet-black armor gleamed faintly in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the chaos around him.

The Frost Wyvern, initially smirking in satisfaction at his attack, now wore a mask of shock and disbelief. "Impossible!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "How can a mere human possess such strength?"

The dark warrior, known as Mark the Black, remained silent, his gaze unwavering as he gripped the wyvern's leg with one hand. The monstrous creature thrashed and writhed in agony, his scales cracking under the pressure of Mark's powerful grip.

"Let me go, you damn bastard!" the Frost Wyvern roared, his voice laced with pain and fury. "Release me!"

Mark's expression remained impassive as he continued to apply pressure, causing the wyvern to howl in agony. The surrounding adventurers and onlookers watched in awe and trepidation, witnessing a battle of titanic proportions.

In a last-ditch effort to free himself, the Frost Wyvern unleashed his icy breath, aiming the freezing blast directly at Mark. The frozen air crackled with power as it surged toward the dark warrior.

The Frost Wyvern's anger and confusion surged as he looked upon the dark warrior, who stood before him unharmed and seemingly unfazed by the powerful ice-breath attack. The wyvern's deformed leg throbbed with pain, a stark reminder of the dark warrior's formidable strength.

The dark warrior, Mark the Black, regarded the Frost Wyvern with a calm demeanor, his crimson eyes reflecting a hint of amusement at the wyvern's astonishment. "Hmm, I feel fresh, thank you for that," he replied casually, his voice carrying an air of confidence that belied his human form.

"How are you... What the hell are you?!" the Frost Wyvern barked, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and disbelief.

The surrounding adventurers and onlookers watched in awe and trepidation, their gazes shifting between the monstrous Frost Wyvern and the enigmatic dark warrior who had bested him. Whispers and murmurs spread through the crowd, speculating about Momon's origins and abilities.

"He's no ordinary human, that's for sure."

"Could he be a legendary hero?"

"I've never seen anyone like him before."

"This is your last chance, lizard," the dark warrior's voice echoed with an otherworldly resonance, cutting through the tense silence like a blade. "Leave, and you may yet live."

The wyvern's response was a deafening roar that shook the very earth beneath their feet. "NEVER! I WILL NEVER RUN AWAY FROM A HUMAN!" Its voice reverberated with primal fury, wings beating against the air as it prepared to unleash its full wrath.

"I see," the dark warrior's tone remained calm, almost detached. "So this is your decision."

With a sudden blur of movement, the dark warrior launched himself into the air with inhuman speed. He seemed to vanish from sight, leaving the onlookers momentarily bewildered. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd as they strained to catch a glimpse of the unfolding battle.

"Whe-Where did he go?!" shouted Evileye, a powerful sorceress who had come to witness the clash of titans.

"LOOK!" Tia, a seasoned warrior with keen eyesight, pointed a trembling finger at the scene unfolding before them.

High above, the dark warrior reappeared, perched atop the wyvern's massive head. His twin swords gleamed wickedly in the light as he raised them high, poised to strike. In that split second, time seemed to slow as anticipation hung heavy in the air.

Then, with a swift and decisive motion, the dark warrior brought his blades down in a deadly arc. The sound of steel meeting flesh echoed across the battlefield as the wyvern's head was severed from its body. For a moment, the monstrous creature staggered, its eyes wide with disbelief, before crashing to the ground in a thunderous impact.

In the aftermath of Mark the Black's heroic feat, the plaza buzzed with excitement and awe. The adventurers and city guards, who had moments ago stood in stunned silence, now found their voices in a chorus of admiration and respect.

"UUUOOOOO A HERO!" A lone voice pierced the air, igniting a spark of enthusiasm that quickly spread like wildfire.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, fists raised triumphantly as they chanted the name of their savior, "Mark! Mark! Mark!" It was a thunderous symphony of gratitude and reverence, a testament to the impact of Momon's actions on the city and its people.

"AMAZING!"

"SO POWERFUL!"

The exclamations rang out from every corner of the plaza, mingling with the fervent cheers. Faces were alight with admiration, eyes shimmering with tears of relief and gratitude. Mark had not only defeated the mighty Frost Wyvern Lord but had also restored hope and faith in the hearts of the citizens.

Among the crowd, Evileye watched with a mix of wonder and contemplation. As a seasoned adventurer and sorceress, she had witnessed her fair share of heroic deeds and formidable foes. Yet, Mark's display of power and skill had left an indelible impression on her.

'He is far more powerful than the leader of the 13 heroes,' Evileye mused to herself, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. 'He may be even on par with the Platinum Dragon Lord.'

The mention of these revered figures spoke volumes about Mark's standing in the realm. The 13 heroes, renowned for their valor and sacrifices, were considered legends in their own right. To surpass their leader in prowess was a feat few could even dream of achieving. And to be compared to the enigmatic Platinum Dragon Lord, a being of ancient wisdom and unparalleled strength, was a testament to Mark's unfathomable capabilities.

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The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling streets of the city as a group of soldiers approached. At their head rode a man of imposing stature, his muscular frame and confident demeanor marking him as a seasoned warrior. His name was Gazef Stronoff, Warrior Captain of the Re-Estize Kingdom, and he had come to meet the enigmatic hero known as Mark the Black.

Dismounting from his horse with a fluid grace, Gazef strode forward to where Mark stood, his dark armor gleaming in the fading light. The two warriors regarded each other with a mutual respect, recognizing the strength and skill that each possessed.

"Master Mark," Gazef began, his voice carrying the weight of authority tempered with genuine admiration. "I am Gazef Stronoff, and I witnessed your battle with that monstrous wyvern. You truly are a hero, and on behalf of the king, I thank you for your valor and bravery."

Ainz inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, his expression unreadable behind the visor of his helm. "I just did my job, Master Stronoff," he replied humbly. "Saving someone in need is simply common sense."

Gazef chuckled softly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Wise words indeed, Master Mark. Your actions speak volumes of your character. Now, if you'll excuse me," Gazef continued, "I must attend to some reports and deliver them to His Majesty."

As Gazef turned to leave with his troops, Ainz couldn't help but notice the aura of strength and determination that surrounded the seasoned warrior. 'He is younger, which was to be expected,' He couldn't help but acknowledge Gazef's age, but at the same time, Ainz knew the vast difference in power between them. In his mind, even a Death Knight could still easily overpower someone like Gazef.

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"Thank you for your service, Sir Mark," the guildmaster's voice carried a note of genuine gratitude. "You have done so much for us, and tonight, in recognition of your valor and dedication, you will be promoted to adamantite rank."

Ainz, hidden behind the mask of Mark, couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the announcement. 'Woah, nice perineum ticket,' he thought to himself, inwardly amused by the reactions he garnered in his guise as a legendary hero.

The adventurers, though not surprised by Mark's promotion, nodded in approval and respect. They had witnessed firsthand the extent of his power and skill, and they believed him to be not just on par with other adamantite teams but possibly even surpassing them. The mention of surpassing Gazef Stronoff, the renowned Warrior Captain, only solidified their belief in Mark's capabilities.

"I just did what was right," Mark replied with a modest nod, "but now we need to help the wounded people."

The guildmaster, recognizing the urgency of Mark's words, wasted no time in issuing orders. "Didn't y'all hear what the hero said? Let's get to work," she commanded, her tone firm yet compassionate.

"YES MA'AM!" The response was immediate and resounding as the adventurers sprang into action. Healing potions were distributed, makeshift triage areas were set up, and the wounded were attended to with care and skill.

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Ro Lente Castle

As Gazef Stronoff, the esteemed Warrior Captain of the Re-Estize Kingdom, and his Vice Captain made their way to the throne room, they were met with mixed reactions from the gathered nobles. Some regarded them with respect and admiration, recognizing their valor and dedication to the kingdom. Others, however, looked upon the warriors with thinly veiled disdain, their expressions tinged with jealousy and skepticism.

Upon entering the grand throne room, Gazef and his Vice Captain knelt before King Ramposa III, the ruler of the kingdom. The king's countenance was one of contentment, pleased to see his trusted aide returned safely from a mission that carried great significance for the realm.

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