Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 112: The Roar of the World-Ender

Barrett ran for his life, his heart pounding and breath ragged, plowing a frantic trail through the snow. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. The snowflakes, clearly falling at an angle, seemed to hit an invisible barrier in midair, then dropped vertically to the ground.

Barrett reached out, tentatively feeling forward. Though there appeared to be nothing but air in front of him, his hand met a solid barricade. It was as if a transparent wall had materialized before him.

He drew a two-handed sword from his spatial ring and swung wildly at the air, but the only response was a series of dull thuds; the unseen barrier remained unbroken.

With no way forward, Barrett turned to his left. To his dismay, he immediately struck another impenetrable transparent wall, as if a glass barricade stood before him.

"DAMN IT!" Barrett charged to his right, running a short distance before his sword's tip abruptly halted as though it had struck a flawless crystal shield.

Blocked on all sides—forward, left, and right—was his only option to run backward? Barrett turned around and stepped back, only to find himself face to face with... Ainz Ooal Gown!

The supreme overlord undead, ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and king of the Sorcerer Kingdom, Ainz Ooal Gown, stood before him.

The neat arrangement of ribs in Ainz Ooal Gown's chest resembled arc-shaped spears, and his skeletal eye sockets emitted a terrifying crimson glow. Magic surged like waves, his clothing a gentle flutter of black and gold.

Barrett bitterly smiled to himself. Indeed, adventuring with the captain was akin to courting death. Facing the ultimate demon lord, the day had finally come. He gripped his sword with both hands, assuming an offensive stance.

Now with nowhere to retreat and no one to rely on, he only wished for a death true to an adventurer's style.

Who wouldn't cling to the beauty of life? But for those who embraced living as heading toward death, dying was merely the final stop on the journey, a day bound to arrive eventually.

"Unexpected," came a sonorous voice from the skeletal teeth of Ainz Ooal Gown, "EeDeChi's companion is merely a mortal human. Human, aren't you afraid?"

"If I were afraid of monsters, I would've quit being an adventurer long ago," Barrett laughed loudly, his voice cutting through the snowstorm, bold and tragic.

"To think you call me a monster," Ainz sneered, "Do you even know who I am?"

"You are the most powerful monster I've ever seen in my adventurer career!" Barrett, undaunted by the death that loomed before him, locked eyes with the red glow in Ainz Ooal Gown's sockets.

Ainz mocked, "You think you're a brave soul facing death head-on? To me, you're just a worm squirming in the mud, spouting nonsense you don't even understand."

Barrett took a deep breath and roared, "To me, you are just a pile of gold coins!"

He leaped forward, his sword slashing towards Ainz Ooal Gown—the insurmountable demon lord!

Ainz Ooal Gown extended his skeletal hand and gently clenched his fist.

9th Tier Magic: Grasp Heart!

Barrett's chest burned, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, as if thunder had pierced his heart! Yet, he was not dead. A druid statue in his spatial ring turned to dust—it was a "life-for-life" charm he had obtained from a half-elf. The druid statue blocked a fatal attack for him.

His two-handed sword came down, the fierce blade slicing through snowflakes and striking Ainz Ooal Gown's skeletal head, sparking bright yellow flames, but Ainz Ooal Gown remained unharmed.