Overlord Light Novel Volume 10 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!"

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.

I had hoped that I could come in here and bluff my way out of this situation. That’s not why I am pissed, though. I am pissed because those words are from a character I had completely erased from the book. A ruthless commander of the king’s army who sexually tortures Ravenhood even worse than the prince himself. I had believed him to be too cruel for what I wanted for this book. His character wouldn’t care if all of his men died by my hand as long as he captured me. Actually, he wanted a fight; blood and torture excited him. Instantly, I drop the knife and go down on my knees, bowing my head.

Will said, his voice filled with defeat. But I refused to give up. "We have to keep going. Our unity is our strength." With the last of my energy, I channeled all my power into one final attack. Cassie and Celina followed suit, and together, we unleashed a torrent of light and love into the core of the Dark Overlord. In a blinding burst of light, the darkness began to recede, and the entity let out a final, agonizing scream. And then, it was gone. The Dark Overlord dissipated, leaving behind only pure, radiant energy.

Wrath pulsed hot and wild through me. “Overlord….” His voice was shaky and hearing that title was enough to let me know who it was already, his breathing was hard, almost restrained as he tried to speak. “I— it’s…. Overlord, I was watching over her and I had no idea that….” His voice trailed off, drowning in the pit of his hollowed breath and my fingertips shook as my anger heightened. “Miss Octavia has passed out.” He finally let out. A loud thunder sounded in my head as time stopped and the tablet I was holding fell right out of my hand.

He stammered, his thighs close together and his body turned rigid. “Why so?” Elijah turned her head for the second time, her long hair fell at the side, with her large eyes blinking at him innocently. “Becau- because Overlord conquered the territories at a speed of lightning. Over- Overlord accomplished an achievement that not even demons could achieve.” He played with his fingers, trying to control his nervousness because Shadow knew how nervous he was. Shadow glimpsed at James, who reduced into like a scared new student entering the bully’s den. “What happens before the ruling of the demons?”

- Aoi asked, pointing to the frozen armies of vampires, wizards and sorceresses. If the two brothers, one from the light and other from the darkness, are already reconciled, it will be much easier to stop the battle.- Miyuki replied as surely as if she sincerely believed in this and no other turn of events. - Since you say so, I have no reason to disbelieve it.- Kai admitted, looking at her with a kind of humility, as if he were looking at his leader and the most important oracle.

“You carry the Veilblade. You came seeking answers. You walked willingly into the maw of fate. And now, you will understand what it truly means.” Elior braced himself as the world darkened. The throne room shattered, and suddenly, he was standing somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth, bodies littered the ground. Soldiers clashed—werewolves, warriors, kings—all of them caught in an endless war. And in the center of it all, the First King stood, wielding a blade that pulsed with dark energy. The same energy that now coiled around Elior’s own weapon. Elior staggered back, breath catching. “This—this is—”

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

Larry looks back; “I will miss nothing about this world.” Spreading out his arms, he’s about to lean forward; when someone pulls him back, he falls backward. “Are you so weak that the first sign of trouble you decide to end your life?” This is a familiar voice; it's deep. Looking up is the bright sun, and he sees a tall, dark figure standing over him. Holding his hand in front of his eyes to block out the sun, he sees a hand; as he reaches out to the hand, it pulls him up like a feather.