Critical Overlord Novels & Stories

I did not like surprises, and if the Overlord had pulled another one, it could be catastrophic. The Overlord was using dark magic. Alisa had warned us. What he couldn’t make up with numbers, he compensated with ancient, foul sorcery. I gritted my teeth, my body tensing as I watched his soldiers. Even the wounded, even those missing limbs, stood firm, their black eyes glowing faintly with a terrible power. They were still formidable, still dangerous, and it was as though nothing short of death could stop them. I raised my sword high, rallying my Gammas.

The others probably all felt that Bartholomew was right, if not explained, a supreme one, but was repelled by a 9th level Grand Archmage ability? The Divine Overlord is the most powerful existence, and now it is challenged by the lower levels of life, such a thing, breaking their perception. Only the Supreme Frostwind knows, just one move, he has no mercy, Tadhg Walter released his power, added the Crippling Strike to fuse the Divine Overlord weapon, if he really wanted to fight, the supreme Frostwind was afraid to pay. price more. For Bartholomew's sake, it was not necessary to do so.

“Not while you stand with me. Not while they remember. Not while… I remember you.” I swallowed, feeling my pulse sync with his. “Then we have to do it… all of it… together. We can’t falter now.” Suddenly, the core of the protocol flashed violently, a surge that threatened to rip reality apart. The Architect’s voice came, sharp and metallic. “Critical overload. System integrity failing. Total annihilation… imminent.” I clenched my fists. “No. We won’t let it end this way. We’ve fought too long. Too many lives… too many hearts… too many choices. We will survive.”

Before I could even process the excitement of potentially having powers, the SUV slammed on its brakes. "Get down! Ambush!" Hudson roared from the driver's seat. Through the windshield, I saw them—a small army of heavily armed raiders swarming the dunes ahead. The Vipers. Their leader, a scarred man with fire powers, laughed maniacally as he raised his hands, hurling massive fireballs at our convoy like a meteor shower. BOOM! The explosion sent a shockwave that shattered our windows into a million pieces.

"Deliver that third level, and your standing with the Overlord will be second to none." The hooded figure gave a single, dignified nod. "And what about Marvin?" A dark, sickening grin split the Overseer’s face, his knuckles popping with a sound like snapping timber. "Marvin," the Overseer whispered softly, his eyes flashing with raw, murderous promise, "is my fucking prize." Deep beneath the mountain, far from the Capital, the dark gears turned in the quiet dark. The ruins open in one week.

His tongued lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He turned on his heels and exited the room. Not without handing his Glock to the guard who did a double take at the now dead body hanging from the chain. If Marcelli wouldn’t bend the rules, he would. With that thought echoing in his mind, he walked out of GREZZO’s doors. Later, he requested to know his Mark’s name. Leon. Leon Wyder, they’d told him. The names. They were his trophies. ******************************

It collided with Gideon's handprint, both exploding into nothingness. Alberto, narrowly escaping death, was overjoyed. He turned his gaze forward and saw the ocean split apart. A white-haired elder slowly walked out. Seeing him, Alberto clung to hope like a drowning man clutching a lifeline. "Overlord! Overlord, you're here! The heavens haven't abandoned me after all! Overlord, save me!" Alberto screamed hysterically. The white-haired elder, known as Overlord, snorted coldly and barked, "You disgraceful fool! Apologize!"

Andrius knew that he could not escape and summoned his Linebreaker Overlord. As the spear moved, heavenly fire ignited. The immortal essence in his body had burned to its limit. “Overlord’s Return!” With each sweep and thrust of his spear, countless lights exploded. The Linebreaker Overlord glowed with immense power, clashing with the eight Sentinels’ attacks and causing explosions to ring out. In just a few seconds, the area was filled with various explosions. Each wave was stronger than the last—the result of their continuous exchange of attacks and immortal essence collisions.

Victor nodded. "Alright!" Windfall instantly charged out, the ground shaking from his movements. "Tell me, who did you contact, and how powerful are they?" "He's very powerful, my lord. His name is Olaf. He controls a camp of over ten thousand people. I'm not sure how strong he is exactly, but he has many subordinates. He said he would bring some men over to kill you today. My lord, I didn't take the initiative to contact him. He threatened me with my family's lives, so I had no choice but to tell him about you," Malcolm vehemently defended himself.

But he won't lose anything, if he waited. Then the next one is the bonus skill. When Edward focuses his gaze on the skill, a row of information suddenly appears beside the skill. Ruler Command: a skill that must possess by rulers; people under the jurisdiction of the owner will follow his command unconditionally. The people that are also under the possessor of skill will also be 100 % loyal to the possessor.