Overlord Black Scripture Mga Nobela at Kwento

The ruins of the Final Seal trembled with an otherworldly force, the very fabric of reality stretching thin as ancient glyphs flickered like dying stars. The sky above twisted, swirling in a vortex of crimson and black, a herald of something monstrous clawing its way back into existence. Elior and his companions barely made it through the threshold when the ground beneath them lurched violently.

Osman muttered beside him. Without hesitation, Osman signaled the remaining guards to secure the throne hall outside. “Everyone out. Right now,” he ordered. The guards immediately obeyed. Gavriel was about to step forward, but Althea subtly signaled for him not to move. The restraint frustrated him. Elior had left them detailed scriptures explaining how to deal with demonic and unclean spirits once they began to manifest. The signs were already there. Althea had been right. Even he could now see how Kael’s eyes were slowly turning pitch black.

I sprinted along the narrow ledge of stable stone running the back of the dais, boots skidding on dust, and veered toward the side. The throne loomed beside us, still cracked, still pulsing faintly. The forbidden line on the wall burned in my peripheral vision: > DO NOT BLEED ON THE THRONE. Reverse it, my writer brain screamed. Invert the rule. If bleeding on it wakes it, then the right blood might put it back to sleep. Lord blood. The Lord spun to track me. Reality rippled around him; chunks of floor below us shifted again, making people scream and grab for purchase. Corvin shouted my name somewhere in the chaos, voice ragged.

“Congratulations, Alaric. For passing the first level. You’ve leveled up.” I blinked. “Wait—leveled up? Is this some kind of game? Like a system? The ones I read about or watch?” “Call it whatever you wish. See it however you like. Just follow the instructions, and you might get to see your family.” I snorted. “Sounds like blackmail. Nice.” “And yet,” the voice said, “you continue walking forward.” “Yeah, yeah. So what are you? A god? An AI? …Wait, AI didn’t exist in the 12th century. Or—do they?”

-Lucy’s POV- I could not believe that I followed Conner’s orders. I am currently riding in his Rolls Royce Cullinan silently, while my heart is rebelling. I have always been an independent woman and with that I have always taken things in my own hands. I am not used to depending on someone, but here I am doing just the opposite. What kind of black magic does Conner have that he can just easily make me follow him. Oh please Lucy, get over it! Conner has made his point and it truly made sense. Ugh! To be honest I am not so worried about the tasting test because I know that Ronald will do great. What I am truly worried about is myself. Can I pull out the tough act when Conner is very near me? I

Lord, he hoped there wasn't iodine in there. "All that is known is he is unstoppable," his voice hissed so as not to alarm her, her concentration was needed on aid for the time being. "Only Atum himself had any power over him, no other scripture gives any tales. As if he was written out of history." Outside the sky ruptured in a fantastical display of lightening and smoke trickled down from burning clouds, weaving down between the building, sparks blinding in the grey. A stronger odour began to emanate from somewhere, as if the blood below had begun to boil.

She felt like she's falling down in a very dark pit before everything went black. Clayton knocked out of his senses when he felt the girl's breathing start to labor. He also felt her stopping from trying to struggle out of his grip. When he got a taste from the girl's neck, he lost it. Her blood was just so addicting to him and made the monster inside him lash out to get himself satiated. No... It wasn't hunger, it was addiction at it's finest. He hasn't even sucked a bite and yet here he is, wanting for more and doped with her blood. This is something new to him and overwhelming that it was his turn to panic when the girl stopped breathing.

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse

So I assumed we had no one else. “He gave your brother a special potion to appear dead. It wasn’t until years after that I found out the truth. He took your brother.” Potions? Magical gem? Oddly made sense to me. I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to tell me more. She moved the plates to her left and propped her arms on the table. “I said he really is the Devil because he currently rules the Underworld.” I stared at her. Contemplating again if she’s a crazy lunatic. I can process the potions and magic gems because I’ve seen it can be true. But Underworld? Like I said I don’t believe in those things. Just doesn’t sit right with me.