Emperor of Yggdrasil - Overlord Fanfiction (Volume 1)

Wails at Midnight

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

[Class or skill] = [Time or Place] = [Magic items]

「Spell」

(Warning: the scenes can be inappropriate and a bit brutal.)

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Beyond the protective walls of E-Pespel, an ominous sight unfolded. A vast sea of red-armored knights surged forward, their determined charge directed at the curtain walls. The city's archers and skilled magic casters stood their ground, attempting to prevent the oncoming tide with a barrage of arrows and incantations. However, their efforts proved futile as an impenetrable magical shield enveloped the advancing Red Army, rendering their attacks impotent.

In the distance, a procession of massive metal carriages advance towards the city's defenses. These formidable machines bore elongated barrels poised menacingly at the walls. The red knights stood at their sides, resolute in their intent. Enigmatic magic circles materialized before the barrels and a resounding boom echoed through the air as the magic circles ignited.

BOOMMMMMM!!! 

The metal carriage's projectile streaked toward the walls, a blazing sphere went into the air and slammed into the city's fortifications. Archers and knights faltered as the walls trembled, eventually succumbing to the relentless force and collapsing to the opposing side. Struggling figures fell to the earth, attempting to regain their footing, only to be engulfed by an explosion from the impacted projectiles that reduced all to dust.

After that, fiery shots assault the walls, erupting in explosions that breach the southern defenses, creating a gateway for the crimson-clad knights to surge into the city. Simultaneously, on the eastern front, an absence of attack provided a deceptive calmness to the defenders. Yet, from distant hills bordering the road to E-Rantel, long artillery cannons sent forth enchanted spikes. These projectiles traversed the sky with deadly intent, descending upon the city like a blazing meteor. Upon impact, the enchanted spikes detonated, transforming districts into scenes of devastation, and the wails of the people deafened.

To the west, behemoth dragons are in the skies, the fire dragons and ice dragons descending upon the knights and archers on the walls. Valiant archers launched volleys of arrows, while desperate spellcasters attempted to ensnare the dragons with enchanted bolts. Yet, the dragons' approach was relentless, and as their massive forms landed upon the fortifications, chaos erupted.

"RUNNNN!!!!"

"NOOO!!!!"

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!"

Defenders scattered as the dragons' colossal claws slashed the air, claiming limbs and lives in their savage grasp. Panic ensued, futilely sweeping through the ranks as the merciless dragons feasted on their victims. Heads separated from torsos, the flesh was shredded, and amidst the gory display, the dragons consumed their macabre banquet.