Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz) - Part 1 (Chapters 1 to 200)

Chapter 152: Alphonse Moreau

A piercing screech from a raptor sliced through the sky. EeDechi glanced up, spotting a dragon-like creature with massive bat-like wings shredding clouds as it dove straight toward the three adventurers and the expedition team, trussed up like mummies.

Perched on the sleek dragon's back was a human cloaked in a gray robe. The robed figure guided the wyrm in a steep dive, descending rapidly.

"This wyrm and its master are coming for us," EeDechi muttered.

Barrett slipped several throwing axes from his spatial ring, gripping them tightly, ready to hurl at the first sign of trouble. Franco began chanting a spell under his breath.

"It's a Skyterror rider—and a sky mage to boot!" The four captives tied to a nearby tree erupted in glee.

The bearded man crowed, "Adventurers, you're screwed! Our army has you in their sights. You're not getting away! That mage will call in the rest of the cavalry and toss you three bandits in a prison!"

The sky mage atop the Skyterror soared over their heads, then banked sharply, circling around the adventurers before landing smoothly a short distance away. The gray-robed figure dismounted, cautiously approaching the trio.

The mage's face was shrouded by a dark gray cloth, hiding their features from view.

"Why isn't he calling for backup?" the bearded man grumbled, squirming against his bonds. "Does he seriously think he can take on these three adventurers alone?"

The robed figure drew closer and pulled off the mask, revealing an ancient face. White hair and beard framed a visage carved with deep, crisscrossing wrinkles etched into his forehead and cheeks. This was clearly a weathered old man, well over a century old.

Yet, astonishingly, the old man's eyes were large and vibrant, gleaming with a vitality that even a young person couldn't match.

From Barrett's seasoned judgment, an old codger with one foot in the grave having eyes that bright meant one thing: he likely burned with desires or ambitions as fierce as any youth's. Some lifelong goal was driving him forward, relentless and unyielding.

"It's the Scripture's leader! The Holy Arbiter of the Church, the master of elemental magic, Lord Alphonse Moreau!"

The four captives from the expedition team shouted in delight. The young cleric was so overcome she started crying. Barrett figured if they weren't tied to the tree, all four would be jumping for joy.

"You adventurers are fucked!" the bearded man cackled. He bellowed, "Do you even know who this is? He's the head of the Clearwater Scripture! One of the seven supreme rulers of the Slane Theocracy!"

The buzzcut woman, usually cool as ice, lost all composure. She couldn't contain her excitement, muttering like a giddy teenager, "I can't believe His Eminence, the Cardinal, came to rescue us himself! This is only the third time in my life I've seen him!"

The bearded man roared with laughter. "All His Eminence has to do is wave his staff, and you three losers are done for—poof, gone to dust! Get ready to meet your pathetic end!"

EeDechi's face grew grim. She stepped forward, taking point. "From the way these four are acting, this old man's got some serious juice. I'll go in first—you two back me up."

The gray-robed elder, the Divine Commandant of the Clearwater Scripture, approached with steady strides, drawing closer to the three adventurers. But his steps slowed the nearer he got. His gaze locked onto EeDechi's face, completely ignoring Barrett and Franco.

Feeling the Divine Commandant's intense stare, EeDechi couldn't help but wonder if she had spinach stuck in her teeth—or maybe she'd accidentally stiffed him for a few million gold coins in some past life.