Overlord Husk Novels & Stories

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!

"Argh!!!" With a terrible cry, Ches' clothes vaporized, revealing his golden skin! Clang!!! Then, as he squeezed with his bare hands, he shattered the Overlord into tiny pieces! With that, he kicked Caleb in the stomach and sent him flying! That was the Overlord Bloodline and what made it so fearsome! Swish! As Ches got on his feet, he held out his hand, summoning his Noble-grade sword back to him. His body glowing in gold, he looked positively like a war god, his very presence inspiring fear.

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“Fucking Useless, incompetence deserves no mercy. The Overlord will not be pleased.” The Overseer raised his palm, revealing a symbol etched into his flesh. It was intricate and arcane, with a star-like pattern at its center. The symbol glowed a sinister red, and the corpse convulsed violently. The blood pooling around the corpse began to tremble as if drawn by an unseen force.

Their gold eyes flared, and as one, they shifted. The tundra was no longer a wasteland. It was a sea of tawny, gold, and white fur. The true Hallowed wolves had returned. "Charge!" I commanded. The collision was like two galaxies crashing. The Hallowed wolves hit the Hollowed husks at the edge of the bridge. The sound of rending fur and shattering bone was deafening. The black rain turned into a crimson mist as the two armies tore into each other.

As he studied the intruders, his wolf watched through the human eyes. Ten hunters. Manageable. But the one in the middle— Power radiated off him like a heatwave, humming beneath the skin. Something ancient. Something wrong. A warlock… a high-ranked one. What is a Warlock King doing beside hunters? The man’s lips curled as if reading the question straight from my bones. “I can almost hear your thoughts,” he purred, eerie and delighted. “Confusion suits you, Alpha.” His grin widened, sinister. “You wonder what a ‘high-level Warlock’ is doing with these weapon-happy Hunters. Shall I enlighten you?”

"And I want the night to last forever. Our interests align. His gates will flood this world with primal energy. Magic will return as the dominant force. And my children will inherit the eternal dark." Amy stepped forward, her dual blades forming instinctively. "You want to turn the world into a buffet." The Overlord's smile showed perfect, sharp teeth. "I prefer to think of it as... restoring the natural order. Predator and prey." "Enough talk," Classy said, crouching and touching the ground. The concrete surged up, forming a barrier between them and the Overlord. "You want a fight? Let's fight." Windwalker clapped from his perch. Bravo! Straight to the action!