To all readers

Yes I did say that this chapter was coming out soon

But I guess that this is soon now

How many weeks has it been?

I don't even remember anymore

Anyway, I have said this before, but this story does not follow after the events of the cannon volume 12

It is after an alternate version where Ainz beats Jaldabaoth and establishes friendly relations with the holy kingdom

As the endless horde of Gazer Devils blotted out the sun, shouting their savage war cries. Momon tensed up and prepared for the assault. The rest of the combatants followed his lead.

The Gazer Devils were still far away from the ground. From a normal person's perspective, they were simply dots in the sky. However, when the sheer amount of dots made it seem like a giant black sheet had covered the sky, the threat of the devils suddenly felt that much closer.

Blue Rose and the royal guards stood proudly with overflowing determination in their eyes. Every single of the warriors had prepared themselves for death in the upcoming battle. Even those who would simply run away in normal circumstances were no different. This was because of the presence of the hero known as Momon. The black-clad warrior brought forth the best in men with his inhuman charisma.

Jaldabaoth smiled sinnesterly. It was all going according to plan, although not in the way the ignorant defenders would expect.

As savage roars drew the attention of everyone, including the Gazer Devils, the devil smiled.

Right on time

Soon, silhouettes of gargantuan flying creatures entered the humans' field of vision.

Upon a glance,, they had the appearance of dragons. The tail, the roar, the wings, they all gave off the air of a dragon.

However, something was wrong, very very wrong. As the creatures drew closer, it was revealed that they were not the conventional dragons they appeared to be. Instead of scale, there was bone, instead of eyeballs, there were four glowing red orbs contained in crude eye sockets made of bone.

Gagaran exclaimed with a nervous face, sweat dripping her back like a river,

"Skeletal Dragons!"

If it was one, two, or even five, the buff woman would not even bat an eye. A few undead dragons would fall like leaves in fall if up against the might of Blue Rose.

However, there was not five, or even ten skeletal dragons in the oncoming wave. Their number was certainly few compared to the Gazer Devils, however, seventy five skeletal dragons would be a bit too much for the defenders to handle.

Lakyus cursed under her breath. First demons and now undead. Just how powerful is Jaldabaoth to command such terrifying legions of destruction?

Evileye gritted her teeth.

"Shit! There's gotta be at least fifty Skeletal dragons in that wave."

She was devising plans inside her head as she voiced her thoughts.

"Not even Momon-sama could defeat that many monsters while defending the citizens. Lakyus can't use that because of the amount of people near us….."

Evileye's words became mumbles for a few seconds and she eventually decided upon one idea. It was dangerous, her team might not live through it, and it wouldn't save everyone. However, the plan would make sure that the greatest amount of lives would be salvaged. That was all she could hope for. Evilleye's makeshift plan was extremely simple. The guards would run, taking as many citizens with them as they could while Darkness and Blue Rose stayed behind and held the monsters off. Of course, Lakyus would run with the guards as she was the only one that knew resurrection magic, capable of reversing some of the casualties they would take. The blond noble would not like it but she would have to do it.

Their chances were grim and many people would die even with Momon fighting alongside them. However, Blue Rose's members would give their lives for the innocent without hesitation. They were prepared for death long before their current predicament. Besides, Lakyus could potentially resurrect them if the bodies were not mutilated or damaged.

Evileye was about to tell everyone her plan when something unexpected happened.

Momon sheathed his twin greatswords and exhaled in relief before relaxing before relinquishing his battle pose and assuming his normal one. What he announced to the humans present shocked them all.

"Reinforcements are here. We do not need to fight anymore."

Lakyus was confused, what did the warrior mean by reinforcements, the undead's sole urge was to kill the living. How can such creatures ever aid mankind. Lakyus ponders over this until she suddenly realizes. There was only one place that had undead that coexisted with humans. However, why would they aid Re-Estize? What could they gain from the dilapidated pieces of land the people dubbed a kingdom? Lakyus did not fully believe in coexisting with the undead, as a human, she was raised to abhor the undead as they were the bane of the living. Almost every other human and demihuman shared the same opinion. However, she would trust the words of the great hero that stood before her.

Lakyus mused.

"Can it be?"

Her eyes suddenly widened.

"Subordinates of the Sorcerer King?!"

The guards gasped in shock. Why would the monster that annaliated the kingdom's army aid them in their time of need? There was no logical reason, was there? Momon had announced before that he was here because of the commands of the Sorcerer King, but why?

One guard suddenly widened his eyes in horror. What if the Sorcerer King demanded souls for his aid in this battle? Elder liches were known in stories for similar feats. Given the current military prowess of Re-Estize, they could not even refuse such demands. No, no country except for maybe the Slane Theocracy could refuse any such demands. The god of death that had instantly killed 70,000 people with a single spell could not be stopped by any regular means. It was a surprise that he had not completely taken over Re-Estize by force already.

Momon looked at the guards, his steely and unmoving body betraying no hint of weakness.

The guards, who had felt Momon's gaze upon them, resisted the urge to jump and scream in joy like fangirls. Momon was the ultimate idol to them, a crystallization of all the qualities they hoped to express. Strength, wisdom, experience, kindness, and most importantly of all, humility. Some of the guards were present when Momon refused to meet the princess as he was busy greeting the low ranked adventurers in line. The warrior refused to bend the knee to nobles and royalty while caring enough for the innocent to sacrifice his own freedom.

Now such a man was trying to tell them that they would be aided by the undead and not to worry about it. The guards' faith was stretched to their limits, but they trusted the words of their idol. Someone as gracious and magnificent as Momon couldn't possibly lie to them.

Momon spoke.

"There is no need to fear. I know that the undead hating all life is a popular belief, and for the most part, it is true. However, the Sorcerer King is wise and seemingly neutral to the living. The people of E-Rantel do not live oppressed lives under constant fear. They are surprisingly happy. So far, the rule of the Sorcerer King is not that of a malicious tyrant."

One of the eyes under Momon's helm glowed red, giving off a fierce appearance.

"However, this could all just be an act and he could have an evil scheme in mind. Rest assured with the knowledge that if such a plot is revealed, I will take his head!"

The guard cheered for the warrior as Blue Rose joined in. Evileye was simply fangirling in the corner, illusionary pink bubbles floating around her. With her two hands clasped and an entranced smile on her masked face, one would mistake her for being drunk if not for said mask.

"Uhh! Momon-sama is so cool! If only he could hold me in his arms! Ahhh!"

After three seconds, Evileye recognised the location she just fangirled in and blushed heavily. If water was suddenly splashed onto her unmasked face it would boil instantly.

She sighed in relief as the cheers of the guards drowned out her delusional words. Momon's attention was seemingly focused only on the guards so he did not see her when she fangirled. However, the same could not be said for the smirking Gagaran, who playfully nudged her side.

"Ohoho, what do we have here?"

Evileye's bluh, which had recently dissipated, reappeared again, this time even warmer than before. If her mask was made of wood, it would have caught fire immediately.

"Sh-Shut up you musclehead."

As this was happening, the skeletal dragons plowed into the devils. To say that the demons could stop the dragons' charge was akin to saying that a graham cracker could stop a glock round.

The old, dry bones of the Skeletal Dragons were wetted by the blood and gore of the Gazer Devils.

Some were torn apart by skeletal claws, some were swallowed whole, only to be flattened against the hard, white material of the dragons' interior by air resistance, some were simply annihilated by the blunt impact of the speeding white creatures.

There was no battle, only a massacre.

To the humans' grief, the mutilated remains of the Gazer Devils rained upon them as they were torn apart by the Skeletal Dragons.

Evileye and Gagaran were still arguing as they were bombarded with organs and body parts.

A generous amount of blood alongside an eyeball dripped into Gagaran's mouth. The gigantic warrior always widened her mouth significantly when she spoke. This trait did not work to her advantage this time.

What is worse, is that Evileye had just delivered a surprisingly potent insult to her buff companion which caused the buff woman to grit her teeth. Said teeth clamped right on the eyeball while the blood entered her mouth. The eyeball was split in two, releasing its inner fluids. The black liquid mixed with the blood and most of it slipped down her throat.

If human blood tasted metallic and disgusting, then demon's blood tasted acidic and extremely disgusting, not to mention the eyeball fluids mixed into it.

Gagaran's eyes widened in surprise and disgust as she spun to face another direction and to release her last meal through her throat.

Evileye's hands were in front of her body, facing the sky in a persuading manner. A right hand that had just been grasping air a second ago was now holding a still beating demon's heart. The left hand now held a meter long piece of large intestine with red feces slowly exiting both cut ends.

To say that Evileye was revolted would be a major understatement. She yelped and threw both objects to the sky before shaking her hands in a feeble attempt to rid her gloves of blood and gore.

This was not where it ended however, as a Gazer Devil that had been split in two down the middle came crashing down on Evileye. The part of the demon that connected with Evileye's masked face was its lower intestinal region. The devil had been almost impaled upon her head. This caused no physical damage to her as she was one of the strongest vampires in her world. However, The intestines which had now enveloped her head were cut. The feces and other unidentifiable liquids/solids made contact with Evileye's outfit, smearing it with the demonic wastes.

The vampire's revolted shrieks were muffled by the internal organs of the deceased monster, wich she shoved off of herself.

Normally, the two companions would be laughing at each other if they witnessed their friend in such a state. However, both were busy dealing with their newfound trauma to even care about the appearance of the other.

Of course, the guards were not shielded from the rain of gore. Thankfully, no one was injured from it. The demons were diced into extremely small chunks so the weight of said chunks were not enough to harm a human. The halved demon that fell onto Evileye was a very rare occurrence, if not the only one.

However, even though not physically injured, the guards were extremely traumatized by their new experience. This was to be expected of course.

Momon stood tall amidst it all, blood and gore dripping from his black adamantite armor. If Ainz had a face, he would be expressing a comical "Why is this happening to me?" expression.

He was deep in thought, relieved that the plan went perfectly.

"The Skeletal Dragon mercenaries I summoned with gold really did a number on the Gazer Devils huh? They were relatively cheap too. I'm really glad that Demiurge is actually consulting me about his plans. I don't have to guess blindly anymore. Thank you Mallador-san."

Unlike Demiurge's previous plans, Ainz was able to rehearse his lines and movements as he was actually aware of it. He had lasted up to this point with pure luck and charisma only. There was no grand vision for the next 10,000 years. He did not think three steps ahead of everyone else. Ainz knew that he could not do this forever. One day, he would slip and never rise again. If his ignorance was revealed, then the guardians would not look at him in the same light as before, and if outsiders were aware of it, the weakness would be taken advantage of.

Ainz was glad for Demiurge's change of heart. However, he was still not ready to reveal is true self to the guardians. The thought of "What if they abandon me" haunted his mind. Maybe Ainz would be confident enough to do so in the future, but now, he wanted the guardians to believe in him.

The smell from the demon gore traveled up Ainz's nonexistent nostrils.

But why did this have to happen?! Now I have to scrub the gore off of my armor, not to mention the stench. Demiurge! Why didn't you think of this?!"

The disgusted Ainz could only express his newfound troubles mentally as he observed the red rain of blood and gore.

Throne Room

Demiurge was not smiling. His face was locked into a worried frown. Droplets of sweat dripped down the demon's back like a river.

Many would ask,

"What happened to that cocky, scheming demon that always had a smile on his face?"

The answer took the form of a simple last message from the Reaper.

Flashback

Mallador began walking away from Demiurge as he had already relayed his message. He had just enlightened the demon of the benefits of revealing his plans to Ainz.

As the Reaper walked with his back facing Demiurge, he suddenly stopped, indicating that he was not finished yet. He said to Demiurge in a neutral tone, well, as neutral as he could sound with his current voice.

"By the way Demiurge-kun."

Demiurge replied,

"What is it Mallador-sama?"

The Reaper turned his head and told the demon in a voice of subdued anger,

"Meet me in the throne room after your plan is completed. There are certain things we have to talk about."

It was one of the few times in the Archdevil's life that he was truly frightened. Demiurge began shaking and sweating heavily, perspiration dripping from his forehead. This was not unnoticed by the Reaper.

There are few things that could instill fear into a floor guardian. They were fully capable of looking death itself in the eye without flinching, hell, they do just that almost every day, and they adore it.

However, there were times when even the most stoic of Floor Guardians would release enough cold sweat to fill the Atlantic Ocean. One of these possible circumstances would be if the Supreme Beings were disappointed in their performance. The other circumstance would be if a Supreme Being's life was in danger. The situation with the mind controlled Shalltear was a prime example of this.

The current situation would fall into the first category as Demiurge recognised the tone Mallador used to issue his final demand. It was the same tone Demiurge used when he dealt with his incompetent minions that failed him. What followed would usually be a slow and painful torture session as Demiurge did not tolerate failure.

Mallador continued walking forward before snapping his fingers, disappearing into the shadow dimension like he never existed, leaving Demiurge to ponder over what exactly he did to displease one of his gods.

When I look back at my earlier chapters, I noticed that sometimes the language I used was not sophisticated enough

Also, even when I edited the chapters, I could not get rid of all of the grammar mistakes

I will try my best to improve on this

Also, is there anyone in the review section that is not familiar with terms like "cancer" or "toxic" and such?