overlord the summoner of miracles

The Great Forest of Tob, as the closest dense ecosystem to the Great Tomb of Nasalik, is home to many sub-humans and demonic beasts, so it has naturally become the primary location for the Great Tomb.

Yaula, who has the Beast Tamer class, is tasked with the strategy of the area, as well as several additional tasks, such as building a warehouse and using it as a camouflage base if necessary.

Recently, she was given a new assignment.

"Well, isn't there a torturer and a terror officer for such a thing? Actually, it's much easier to leave it to them. I'm not very good at this, and I don't want to go to the horror dukes, it's a real headache. "

Sister... Sister, it's also Lord Claude's task anyway, you can't fool around.

Yaula gave her brother a blank look.

"What are you kidding, the supreme task, how can I not bother to do it! I just don't have a clue at all.

Claude pretended to be the vampire king Eratus and "rescued his loyal subordinate" from Feifei's men, the necromancer Khajit.

This man was still useful, because he knew the virtue of the torturer, and Claude was afraid that he would spoil the thing, so he threw him here. Let Yaula take care of it, and ask for some information by the way.

But Khajitt was extremely vigilant and completely uncooperative, Yaula did not have the ability to charm humans, and Claude had instructed not to torture him, so the matter dragged on like this.

Until the portal suddenly opens.

A black-armored knight walks into the warehouse.

"Lord Yaullah, Lord Marley, have been ordered to take this man away. "

You're... Oh, the one that Mistress Ainz and Mistress Claude created together, that Igopha, right? I'm saved, I'm worried that I can't help it, you take it away. This

big burden was finally lost, and Yaula only felt relaxed, but Igofa didn't intend to take people away.

"Lord Claude has an order to put on a show in front of that guy's eyes, and I ask the two Guardians to cooperate. "

......

In the dimly lit room, Khajiit stared blankly at the ceiling.

He felt like he had been locked up for a long time.

Since the sun rises and moonsets cannot be observed, there is no way to determine exactly how long it has been.

Judging from the number of times I fell asleep, it must have been many days.

"What the hell is that Eratus?

The organization to which he belonged was the famous Zhiranon Society, which studied necromancy.

The Alliance Leader himself is a powerful force that Khajiit has not seen with his own eyes, but Clementine says that he can even break through the absolute magical defenses of the bone dragon, but Khajiit thinks that is nonsense.

And under the leader of the alliance is the Thirteen Apostles, and he and Clementine are both one of them, and they are considered high-ranking members of the association.

It stands to reason that there should be no one in the organization that he doesn't know, but this Eratus claims to be his boss to the adventurers of Yelantil.

Was it a lie, or was he really some mysterious being in the Order that he didn't even know about?,

Khajiit was thinking when the door suddenly opened and creaked.

He didn't care.

Only at first he was frightened, but after he found out that he had come to deliver food, he no longer cared about these movements.

It's just that today it seems a little different.

"Khajiit...... Khajiit Dale Badan, yes? Come with me. The

voice was hoarse and clear, like a whispered cry coming from the corner of the room, but it echoed in my ears with great clarity.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but as soon as this person entered the room, the air seemed to condense, making Khajiit shiver with cold.

"Who are you?" The

footsteps of the visitor were accompanied by the sound of the nail leaves rubbing, and although it was dim and difficult to see, it should be a warrior judging from his stature.

The man didn't answer, but slowly lowered his head to look down at Khajiit, revealing a pair of eyes.

A pair of eyes that still radiate a blue glow even in a dimly lit room.

Although it was completely different from the usual undead, Khajitt, who was familiar with necromantic magic, recognized it as the soul flame in the eye socket of the undead.

"Are you an immortal? Are you a subordinate of Eratus? what is he trying to do with me?"

Igofar looked at him coldly, oblivious to everything.

"The master wants to see you. "

Khajiit has no choice, he is proficient in using a variety of necromantic magic, he thinks his strength is good, but necromantic magic with negative energy as the core does not have much effect on the undead.

Although the magic of the faith system that he had studied in the Church could restrain the undead, it was a pity that he did not learn much and was not very powerful.

Especially the immortal in front of him, he actually has self-consciousness, and his absolute rank is not low, if Khajiit uses the first-order and second-order faith magic on him, he will purely seek death.

Walking out of the room with trepidation, Khajiit finally felt the sunlight again.

It is difficult for people who have lived in the dark for a long time to adapt to the sunlight all at once, but there seems to be some kind of magic applied here, and with the shade of the trees, Khajit does not feel the sunlight dazzling.

"Master, the man has been brought.

Igofa saluted suddenly, and Khajit noticed a man standing under the big tree in front of him with his back to him.

He didn't see his face, but the conspicuous blonde hair still reminded him of that night.

"Khajiit Dale Bataan, how have you been these days?"

The magnetic voice sounded, this kind of timbre that seemed to be born crazy, and the identity of this person complemented it, making Khajiit fearful, and the previous idea of confrontation was suddenly swept away.

Since he hasn't killed me for so long, he must have wanted to recruit me, right? Anyway, the alliance leader doesn't show up often, and he hasn't given much benefit, if the price he gives is good, it may be a good choice to change jobs.

"Thank you, Lord Iratus, for your hospitality, I think it's not bad. "

Huh.

As if with a slight sneer, Eratus slowly turned his head, his dark pupils terrifying.

"You're humorous. Unfortunately, I don't like your clever humor.

I won't talk nonsense with you anymore, but tell me directly who your master is, and what your purpose is.

Every time a word came out, he took a step closer, and Iratus approached rhythmically step by step, and the powerful aura that emanated made Khajit shudder, smashed the original little abacus in his heart, and immediately knelt on the ground and cried.

"My lord spares his life!" I said it all!" was

told the information about Zhiranon by 1510, and even Clementine's conjecture about the strength of the alliance leader was said.

He originally thought that he could scare this person a little, but seeing his unwavering expression, he could even see a hint of "That's it?".

"Tsk, I thought it was some powerful horror association, but it turned out to be just a bunch of crazy people who study necromancy, or a group of crazy people who are not very strong.

Iratus seemed to have no disdain for Zhiranon at all, and with a slight wave of his hand, Igopha stepped forward and set up Khajiit.

Khajiit thought he was going to kill himself, and immediately began to cry and beg for mercy.

It wasn't until he was pushed into the open that he was speechless by the sight in front of him.

"Why don't you speak? It's just a little experiment to test how this world, which I once knew so well, has become after so many years of change.

But since my former enemies have also left behind, I can't keep my mouth shut, so the leader of this undead squad will bother you Zhiranon to help me be a helper. Looking

at the army of the undead in front of him, especially when he found that there was even such a presence as an undead archmage among them, Khajiit was almost terrified.

Is this just a squad?

Who is this Iratus......

I'm afraid the organization is being targeted by this kind of existence, and I'm afraid it's ......