Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 77: The Avenger

In the grand hall, the flickering red candlelight illuminated a towering figure like a mountain.

Standing on the marble floor, his rugged adamantite armor did nothing to conceal his bulging, powerful muscles. From just his back, one could feel the crushing pressure of a mountain collapsing. If one were to move to his front, they would be completely overwhelmed by his fierce, brutal expression.

He was a pure warrior, a brutal fighter. And now, his eyes, frozen with anger, seemed ready to burst into flames, his enormous fists clenched tightly, knuckles cracking as if he were about to crush something to bits.

In front of him lay a cold, twisted corpse, its hair disheveled, sprawled on the equally cold stone floor.

The corpse's face looked as if it had been struck by a titan's paw, with a crooked mouth and eyes, a shattered nose, and lips slightly parted, revealing an eyeball protruding unnaturally, evoking the image of a head smashed like a piece of rubber clay.

The grotesque injuries on the corpse's face overshadowed the gaping sword wound in its chest. The wound pierced from the front, through the heart, and out the back, with blood coagulated and staining the shirt and leather armor a deep red.

Facing this corpse, the mountain-like warrior suddenly knelt, the weight of his body and Adamantite armor crashing down onto the floor. As he knelt, his knees shattered the stone surface, sending dust flying and revealing two shallow pits.

He gazed at the twisted face of the corpse, and his anger turned into endless sorrow. He extended his calloused hand, as massive as a battle axe, and gently stroked the corpse's face, murmuring, "Brother..."

After a long while, he stood up, his grief entirely transformed into a raging fury. His eyes, red and bloodshot, seemed to flow with molten lava. They were no longer purely human eyes but resembled those of a vengeful tiger or a hungry wild wolf.

A few armored soldiers with swords in the hall averted their eyes, each one unwilling to meet his gaze.

A short, balding man in a black tuxedo carefully approached him, trembling as he said, "Lord Slam, please calm down. We all understand your pain, but..."

Before the balding man could finish, Slam, the warrior, ignored him entirely and threw a punch sideways. The man in the black tuxedo was sent flying into the corner of the fireplace, his face a bloody mess, and he fell silent.

Slam, a towering figure like a mountain, stepped over the corpse on the floor and drew a massive giant sword from its place on the wall. The cold blade was etched with a blood-red pine needle pattern, resembling a glacier soaked in blood.

As he drew the sword, he roared, his voice like a thunderclap!

"EEDECHI! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Slam gripped the blood-marked giant sword with one hand and strode out of the hall. He smashed the wooden threshold with a single step, and none of the surrounding guards dared to stop him.

A frail, aging voice called out from behind him, "Slam, stop. Don't make things worse. That adventurer could die at any moment, but before that, we have more important matters to attend to."

The voice was weak, like that of a bedridden old man, devoid of any emotional fluctuation or magical power.

But Slam Daguerre hesitated. He stopped just outside the hall, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as if trying to calm the raging storm inside him.

After a long moment, he replied softly, "Yes, General Odys." He then turned and walked back into the hall.

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