Overlord Novel Volume 7 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She snapped at Andy, "Who the hell do you think you are! How dare you hit Noah! He's a Captain! I'm going to personally report you to the army and get you fired! If it weren't for Noah, the Gardner family would have probably died in some ditch somewhere!" Adele looked at Andy haughtily, waiting for him to apologize. Usually, in the village, whenever she brought up Noah the Captain, everyone would bow down to her. However, she had forgotten that there was always someone with a higher rank than Noah. Andy was one of them. Jonah lay listlessly against the corner of the wall. He knew that some things could no longer stay hidden. Andy smirked and said icily, "Who told you that the Gardner family

"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!

Nor was the business he did more important to him than those drinks. He thought this time he could run me over, except he couldn’t. I wouldn’t let anyone get me down, especially him. I took care and took a very good look at what he tasted like and discovered he was only missing one bottle. It was a bottle of brandy from the year he was born. There was only one example in the world that I had obtained. I knew that opening it in front of him was like setting fire to it alive. He wanted to put it in the only empty spot on the shelves of his collection. I had to admit, my sadism was reaching an all-time high, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Seeing my enemy at my feet was my greatest satisfaction.

Herbert promised to pass all these skills on to his children and nephews, for the sake of family and village. "Uncle, did we win the war that time?" Brockley asked curiously. Herbert would not answer. Because, the thing that was in his mind at that time was that the Omra Empire would definitely win and that many villagers would die from being slaughtered. All these predictions appear for many obvious reasons. Herbert understood how strong the military of the Omra Empire was. But, according to Herbert, in fact now his older brother has been king for dozens of years. If Herbert came home, he would be absolutely amazed by all the changes there. It's just, he still needs a lot more time before g

That is to prove himself as a Dragon Emperor. . . . Volume 6: Invading Insects is now finished with this chapter. Thanks for all the support and please continue watching for the next volume shall be a climax of this story. Volume 7: Rise of A Dragon Emperor.

they intone, “the Overveil wakes. Your heart will break.” I’m the Convergence—guardian and teacher—and as the Voidborn’s leader advances, Cassia’s fire, Renn’s loyalty, Maddox’s hope, Sylvara’s resolve, Aelys’s voice, Lysara’s redemption, Zorath’s spark, Valthor’s unity, and Seris’s alliance stand with me. The Veil’s heart burns, the Overveil stirs, and with the new realm trembling, I face a war that will forge our legacy.

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm Olive's POV I couldn't stop blaming myself for what happened to Orvyn. It's a miracle he's alive. Usually, during a battle of immortals, decapitation was the best method to certify death. It's a good thing Conrad got to him earlier before Alpha Cassian could finish him off.

“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—”

His voice whispered that this was just another test—one of many that she would face on her journey. As the night wore on, the moon gradually descended in the sky, its luminous glow waning. And as the first light of dawn began to paint the horizon, Rithanya's weary eyes lingered on the final pages of her textbook. She closed it with a sense of accomplishment, her heart swelling with the knowledge that she had done her best.

She looked over her left shoulder to find that the whole side of the castle had crumbled into the sea, causing a mighty wave to crash over them. She heard screaming and looked back to see the Immortalists tumbling into the sea. They fell so quickly they didn’t even have time to fly to safety, and as soon as they hit the waves, the angry ocean swallowed them up. As the tiles began to give way beneath her feet, Scarlet slammed her back against the wall of the corridor and pushed Sage back with her arm. The black water churned several feet below them. Scarlet suddenly felt as though she were balancing precariously on the ledge of a mountain.