Overlord Hero Novels & Stories

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!"

Brockley was mesmerised by Hudde's explanation, as if he were on the battlefield. "If most warlords stay behind and only give directions, not your father, Brockley. He was at the forefront. He killed five officers from the Omra Empire with his sword. Despite receiving many sword slash wounds on his body, he still did not fall, and continued to rise. It's only natural that your father was immediately crowned a king." Hudde learnt a few lessons from the war. Firstly, understand the condition of the troops, see what they lack. Secondly, learn about the enemy's strengths and weaknesses. No matter how strong the enemy is, there must be a weak point.

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.

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.

(Drex cuts him shut) "Did I just hear but from you? But what huh? Drex asked furiously as he flew toward General Marco " But sir, they gave you infinite power to over throne the previous overlord" General Marco completed his statement in fear "I WANT MORE POWER!!! Drex concluded as he knocks General Marco down, he passes out immediately but unfortunately dies "Let this be a waring to anyone to defiles my order" The overlord said as he flew back to his throne and appoints a new General leading the troops

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

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.

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

Even Lucian’s golden aura flared slightly. “What now?” Raven demanded. A shadow moved across the jagged walls, faster than the eye could follow. And then—he emerged. The Overlord. But this time, he was different. His crimson armor was damaged, his energy flickering, but there was something new in his eyes: recognition, almost respect, but with an undercurrent of anger. “You’ve grown stronger,” he said, voice echoing ominously through the half-collapsed hangar. “Stronger than I anticipated. But strength without understanding… is meaningless.”

At that moment, Caleb promptly pressed his advantage and leaped on top of Ches' chest while holding the Overlord high above his head. "Time to die!" He laughed savagely and swung the Overlord downward! Screams echoed from the stands as they watched in horror. "Oh no!" "Shit, Ches is so dead!" Clang! However, that was when a loud clang echoed like the clash of matters, and everyone was left gaping at the blinding golden radiance. "T-That's the Crawfords' Overlord Bloodline!" Someone gulped, disbelief showing all over his face. Indeed, in the debris that was the fighting ring, Caleb's great sword had been thrust into the blinding golden light, but the light seemed to stop it from being pressed