Overlord Character Sheets Novels & Stories

Harold said with a dark expression as he finally regained his composure. "Um," George, Iris, and the others' smiles froze on their faces when they heard this. They knew that Harold was right—apart from Harold, he still had Walter, Denzel, and Melvin with him, who were all warriors of the Overlord State as well. Not only that, but he had a dozen or so martial artists who attained the Semi Overlord State and plenty of others who were members of the realm of Supreme Masters! Leon's side, however, had only George and Leon himself running the show, and the rest were mediocre fighters. They were overpowered in both number and power, by a significant margin!

Liam's mind was swirling with questions, some of them regarding Leonardo's identity, some of them regarding the manuscript, and some of them regarding his grandfather, but he shoved his thoughts aside and continued reading. [Son, you must remember one thing. No matter how powerful you think you are, there is always someone out there better. The five-star general level is not the peak, but merely the beginning. A ranking more powerful than the five-star general level is the Overlord state, which is also known as the six-star general level. Aside from myself, there are only five other known six-star generals in the country. Among the five, two of them are the King himself, and his trusted aide

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!"

In fact, when gathered together, their pressure surpassed his, and he did not dare to let his guard down. To conserve his true energy, he took out his Linebreaker Overlord. With this extraordinary weapon, he could not only restore his true energy during battle but also cause maximum damage at minimal cost. “Overlord’s Return!” Layers of spear intent enveloped the beasts. Andrius followed up spear strike after spear strike. Fifteen minutes later, he had killed them all. In one-on-one combat, even the late Nascent Soul stage beasts only posed a slight challenge to Andrius. After enduring for about a dozen rounds, Andrius’ exquisite spear technique killed them all.

It might be too much to say that he could turn the situation around, but he could, at the very least, greatly increase the odds of winning rate. A real Overlord was more effective than dozens of partial Overlords in a battle between level 9 civilizations. If Elora knew that David had the soul power of an Overlord, there was a high probability that Elora would convince David to participate in the next battle to defend his homeland!

In a blur of motion, Alexander unleashed his full power without reservation, his aura terrifying. "Stop him!" Morales exclaimed, shocked and enraged. He wanted nothing more than to take the life of the man before him, to avenge the two elders. Alas, he knew he was no match for this overwhelming force. With a momentary lapse in concentration, Morales' last subordinate fell, leaving him isolated. Though Morales' followers were all warlocks, they were easily defeated. 'Could this man be the legendary Martial Overlord?' dreaded Morales. If so, even at the supreme grand martial level, he was somewhat inadequate.

"You may die now, knowing that your bodies were given the honor to be my chance at rebirth!" It was then the two figured out who was before them. Evan Hills! The Overlord Stage Battlesoul master!

It was Aragon. The oldest elder in the royal house, a millennial old werewolf. A member of the council, a former Zeta and War general in his time, and a descendant of one of the founding fathers of plane Weode. A man full of wisdom. He had just taken notice of their presence when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Give him to me," he heard the elder's voice say. Then he felt his body being lifted from the ground and frail hands that were old and wrinkly snuggled around him. Unexpectedly, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and hot pain jolted through his body.

Just as Philip finished speaking, an uncanny voice said, “Guild Master Herman, who is this arrogant person? You actually need to greet him in person.” “Yeah, Guild Master Herman. Why don’t you introduce us? Let’s see if he really has what it takes.” Hearing the two voices, Herman sneered and said, “Come on, Philip. Let me introduce you. “This is Murray from the god-demon battlefield, Yanni from the battlefield of gods, and Oberon from the battlefield of beasts.” Herman pointed to the three leaders and introduced them. The ones who spoke were Murray and Yanni. However, the one who left the deepest impression on Philip was Oberon. His aura sent chills up Philip’s spine, and he was at least in

He would definitely be in his sixties, with bald head and a round potbelly for him to have such a title and to have a butler as reliable as Thomas. I had never seen a picture of this Overlord, people claim he liked being mysterious and quiet. He never really appeared in functions and when he did, the press rarely caught his picture. I heard the Overlord lived a solitary life like a monk, because he hadn't met his mate. Rumors also had it that he claimed to be waiting for the one true mate instead of sampling the field like other alphas. Some claimed that he gave his virility and drive to become the Overlord. While others claimed that he was too old to get it up. But no one knew exactly what