Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 106: Negotiation Under the Molten Iron

EeDeChi tossed aside the archer in her hand, crashing through a wall as she charged toward the center of the ironworks.

Along the way, she attacked with unstoppable force, and the mercenaries, quick to sense the shift, scrambled to escape. No one dared to resist anymore. After the mercenary group collapsed, a few fearless assassins charged at her, but EeDeChi struck with her sword, sending one of them flying.

The giant sword in her hand was her signature weapon—massive, heavy, and resembling a two-handed sword. But unlike a regular sword, it had no sharp edge; the blade was blunt, and swinging it felt like wielding a huge iron slab.

The sharpness of a blade was what made it deadly, but as to why her exclusive weapon was a dull sword, even EeDeChi didn't know.

Barrett once asked her why she didn't sharpen the blade, but EeDeChi didn't want her teammates to think she didn't understand her own weapon, so she simply deflected with the old saying, "A heavy sword has no edge; true skill lies in simplicity."

Yet deep down, EeDeChi always had a nagging feeling. She didn't want the sword to become sharp.

Once the blade could cut through iron like mud, unstoppable and razor-sharp, perhaps something would happen that could never be undone.

A few assassins wielding curved knives closed in. Two of them even attempted a suicide attack, just as Barrett had once mentioned—these were the suicide assassins, trained by noble families to complete their missions at any cost, even sacrificing their lives.

But they were bound to be disappointed. In this world, not everything could be obtained through the price of life—whether on the side of justice or evil, it was the same.

One of the suicide assassins, after barely getting close to EeDeChi, exploded with a loud "bang," turning into a cloud of blood mist. Countless small shards of blades and poison scattered in all directions. But EeDeChi merely took a few steps back, frowning slightly as the blood stained her clothes.

The other suicide assassin didn't even manage to get close before she swung her sword, sending him flying. In mid-air, he ignited into flames, becoming a blazing fireball that was even more dazzling than fireworks.

A line of heavily armored swordfighters, each wielding a massive sword, formed an ironclad defense, advancing in a fan-shaped formation, with EeDeChi at the center. She spun, sweeping her sword, and the entire formation immediately collapsed into disarray, breaking into separate lines.

Soon, EeDeChi charged into the heart of the ironworks, illuminated by the flickering flames of burning torches on the ground. Ahead of her stood a large factory building made of basalt bricks.

She kicked the oak door open with a forceful strike, and several gleaming blades came slashing toward her. EeDeChi swung her giant sword in a wide arc, sending the blades, along with their wielders, flying backward.

The factory's interior was vast, and the copper torches embedded in the walls flickered with flames. EeDeChi looked up and saw an old man sitting in the room. His silver hair was sparse, his eyes cold and piercing, and his hooked nose long, resembling an old vulture.

EeDeChi recognized him immediately from the arena—he was Slam's employer, Odys Malcon Waverly. Without a second thought, she gripped her giant sword and moved to charge at him.

"Wait!" The old man placed his hand on a nearby iron rod and hurriedly shouted.

EeDeChi's feet skidded to an abrupt stop. The adventurer, who had cut through mercenaries, knocked suicide assassins aside, and crushed heavily armored swordsmen, paused at the sound of his command.