Overlord Light Novel Volume 13 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Philip Bottenberg as Vittorio Stanzolio ~Vittorio~ Present- December 22nd, 2035 Vittorio and I are sitting on the couch together. I am showing him some of the garbage. This is better known as the original version of this book. He keeps telling me that the original version is okay. But right now I’m going to show him the evidence. This will prove to him that it’s awful. "Okay. So basically, you think that the book you made sixteen years ago is terrible. However, what I see right here looks fine to me. I think you’re just overreacting," Vittorio says after skimming through the third chapter.

And at this time, outside the Creatureverse, paying attention to the Tadhg Walter Divine Overlord group, they also saw Vivian Arnold evolve into a Divine Overlord. "Ha ha, this is really someone else's wedding dress." "Kill that human." "That's right, kill him." The other race, the Divine Overlord, also began to frantically shout, Apprentice Cultivator he didn't know at all, Tadhg Walter and Vivian Arnold, but actually together. Only the alliance of humans and the alliance of darkness seven Divine Overlords, looking at this, the whole body trembled, a little excited. However, very quickly, this excitement also subsided.

Sergeant Miller roared on the deck. I was not idle either. Under pressure, the Dragon Lord talent began to break through. My perception range expanded to two miles, and I could now command five hundred tamed creatures at once. I stood on the reef, eyes closed, sensing every corner of Shallow Bay. Every fish, every crab, every jellyfish beneath the water was in my consciousness. They were like my fingers, ready to move at will. Captain White walked over. "Lord, everything is ready." "Any news from the Cult?"

The tribulation lightning had even powdered to nihility those criminals who had grown tired of living inside a can of subjugation and therefore braved the heavens in a last act of resistance. And to think that those people were all over the Immortal Stage of Cultivation, much less him who has only his dao heart as a tool to wield this kind of power. Tristan would be ashes before he could even reach the clouds that formed the merciless spears of those thunderbolts. “Peace is better than conflict, my friend. I am Overlord Chou and my old friend here is called Sachem Nadura. What name do you go by?” Overlord Chou mediated between the two.

She boomed, Derora noticed the storms outside still bellowed, but she seemed on edge, now was her time for a distraction, "How is the war with the light gods going?" she asked, Herega turned her gaze to her, lightning flashed outside, "You will remain silent derora!" She growled, Derora gave a smug grin, it really got on her nerves as the whole room darkened due to the thunder clouds outside the palace, herega stretched her hand to summon lightning. Then derora noticed the light trying to clear the clouds, it was a real Battle of elements, she laughed out as herega turned to her,

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

“You stopped being my brother the moment you sacrificed everything for power. You’re a monster now, nothing more.” The Overlord’s fury reached a fever pitch, his hands trembling with raw, dark energy. He knew he was going to lose. His power was fading, his amulet destroyed, and now, even his closest ally had turned against him. But in his desperation, he wasn’t done. With a snarl, the Overlord thrust his hand forward, dark magic spiraling toward Alisa and the beta with terrifying speed. I barely had time to react, but Rolan did. Without a moment’s hesitation, he threw himself in front of Alisa, his body shielding her from the oncoming blast.

Pride, responsibility, loyalty, trust—it all balanced on the edge of the coming challenge. And then, a voice, distant yet clear, carried across the ridge. A deep, commanding growl that I had not heard before. Not an Omega, not one of ours. An Alpha. A rival. The forest went silent.

“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—”

"Kid, you may be good at fighting, but I work under Fifteenth Overlord! Do you want to die?" Despite being left at Felix's mercy, Trevor still spoke arrogantly. "If you weren't Fifteenth Overlord's pawn, I wouldn't have come here. Come on. Take me to him." Felix grinned. There was a flash of confusion in Trevor's eyes. He thought he had heard Felix wrongly. Did Felix really dare provoke Fifteenth Overlord? No one in the whole of Monaire dared do this, yet Felix… As they were heading to Fifteenth Overlord, Felix turned to Trevor with a grin. "So… Does Fifteenth Overlord have many connections, or is he just powerful?"