Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 122: The Storage Box of Constructs

With the formidable duo EeDeChi and Barrett assisting in combat, the gnoll offensive crumbled like snow under the scorching sun, disintegrating instantly. Knights and militiamen harvested the fleeing gnolls, leaving the snowy ground littered with dirty footprints, broken weapons, severed limbs, and patches of blood-stained earth.

EeDeChi, shouldering her war hammer, felt no urge to pursue the retreating enemy. A gentle breeze, carrying the scent of blood, fluttered her brilliant golden hair. Just as EeDeChi was about to pull down her scarf for a breath of fresh air, a knight on a brown horse approached her.

The knight's face was gaunt and aged, but his figure remained robust under his silver full-body armor. He removed his helmet and introduced himself with a smile: "Warrior, we owe this battle's success to you and your companion's valiant efforts. I am the local lord—Martin Smith. May I ask where you hail from?"

EeDeChi was about to respond but suddenly thought better of revealing her accent, so she turned away, ignoring him.

Lord Martin's smile froze for half a minute, an awkward expression settling in, but EeDeChi still didn't answer, maintaining a proud demeanor.

Another knight, his armor covered in sword marks and carrying three gnoll heads still dripping with blood, rode up and circled EeDeChi twice. Clearly displeased with her attitude, he barked loudly: "HOW RUDE! You are in the presence of a viscount personally titled by the king and the lord of Greenbriarshire—Martin Smith. Answer the lord's question at once!"

Martin gestured with his hand, indicating that there was no need to trouble EeDeChi. Yet the knight persisted. Just as he was about to speak again, a thunderous sound of footsteps shook the ground, drawing everyone's eyes toward the forest.

"WHOOSH!"

A tree trunk flew out from the dense woods like an oversized wooden spear, smashing through both a gnoll and a militiaman in its path.

With their chief and shaman slain, the remaining gnolls scattered into the forest. The knights and militiamen looked anxiously in the direction from which the "wooden spear" had come, wondering what could possibly have the strength to snap a large pine tree and hurl it like a spear.

Crackling sounds filled the air as countless branches snapped, and snow cascaded down. A massive stone golem, as tall as the trees in the forest, broke through the branches, advancing toward the people on the battlefield.

This stone golem resembled a walking sculpture of an ancient warrior, with lifelike armor engravings on its body. It appeared as if it had just awakened from the earth, its squarely carved face smeared with mud, and its stone feet clad in withered moss.

The joints of the stone golem retained the texture of rock but moved like living flesh and blood, a testament to the power of magic. Its huge eyes, devoid of pupils, "looked" towards the soldiers on the battlefield.

The militiamen trembled in fear, for the golem seemed to them like a statue of a holy warrior come to life from within a temple. A few bold mounted archers drew their enchanted longbows and fired several arrows at the golem, but the arrows simply bounced off with ease.

At the golem's feet, a man in a red robe was running. He was not particularly short, but he only came up to the golem's knees. He looked up and sprayed a series of fireballs, but they merely splattered against the golem like raindrops, disappearing without a trace.

The golem noticed the man and lifted its foot to step on him like one would crush an ant. Contrary to everyone's expectations, its movements were not clumsy at all.

The man in the red robe awkwardly rolled away, narrowly escaping a gruesome end. The golem's foot missed, but it swiftly kicked out with its right foot, scraping the man in the red robe, who was sent flying backward through the air.