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  It was soon after the day that they had discussed battle strategy, that the sky turned dark. The wind picked up, and the air turned foul. In effect, the day had turned for the worse. The Lizardmen knew what this was, what else could it be?

  It was all the signs of Jaldabaoth’s demon army. Well, it was the signs of his subordinates army, to be precise. The forces of the lizardmen were prepared, that was all they could be. Walls were manned, weapons were prepped, and two lizardmen spent some quality time together.

  This was all seen, except for the quality time spent, by two floor guardians. Cocytus and Demiurge watched from the safety of the Demiurge’s happy farm, as the warriors and priests of the lizardmen got ready. While the both of them were rather enraptured by the battle to be, Valencia, who was down on the ground, couldn’t be more tense.

  After all, what could be more nerve racking than doing your job, while the magical equivalent of corporate was watching your every move? It was stress inducing. Very much so.

  As she herself stood atop the point of the meeting hall, her toes the only thing touching the roof. None of the lizardmen actually noticed her. That may have been because of her skills as an assassin, or because they were too busy to notice.

  Either way, she had a good look of the whole of the vilge, and beyond. It was then that she noticed that a gate spell was being activated. Off to the open marshes, the marshes that had been expanded, a gate opened.

  As she peered closer, leaning forward on her toes, she noticed the differing demons and formations that they were forming into. Now, one may be wondering why she hadn’t yet alerted anyone was that the people around her had already spotted them. The different tribal chiefs were posted around the walls, keeping their eyes open for what was going on.

  She then hopped down from the top of the building, and nded on her feet. She took a breath of the now dark tasting air, and moved towards Shasuryu Shasha. The chief of the Green Cw tribe was too preoccupied with his study of the new enemies to turn his gaze to the woman behind him.

  Though, he did give a tail flick in acknowledgement. While his gaze didn’t turn away from the foes in his sight, he did speak. His voice was stern, like that of the commander he was.

  “Valencia, can you tell me of the foes that we face today? you’ve spoken of their descriptions, but I have yet to link the faces to the friends themselves,” he said, his voice taught like a muscle.

  “Of course,” she said, her own voice tense, “In the front of each collum of demons, there the hellhounds, they’re fairly weak when it come to demons. Then behind them, are the Inferior Demons. They are actually stronger in body than the Hellhounds, but they are slower, so I have an easier time with them than most,” she said, pointing to each.

  There were about five columns in the opposing army. Each had about a hundred enemies. Valenica hadn’t finished though.

  “Behind them are the Overeating demons. They are rather strong, and they become stronger for each foe they consume. Also, the number of faces on them is the number of people the eat,” she said, and He nodded his head at the description.

  “I’m surprised that he hasn’t brought any flying demons to bare yet. If he was afforded any, that is,” Valencia said with a quirked-up brow.

  It was then that the five columns of enemies made their move. They began to move apart, each group of demons staying in their own ne. Soon, they had all moved away from the demon that was to take center stage. They all turned their bodies inward, their backs to the outside.

  Then, another gate opened. Out came the demon of the hour. The foe that she would face at the height of the hour, the Circlet Demon. Valencia had told the others of the names of these types of demons, and they had memorized them just in case of anything strange happening.

  Dangling from one of the branches that served as its necks, was the head of an old adventure that they had killed and used for this task. Yet, another head was also dangling from the branches, this one was the head of a Sine Theocracy member.

  “Now,” it spoke, it’s voice reaching all as it caste a voice amplifying spell that the Theocracy caster had known, “it is time for this all to come ahead. It is time for you fools to be sin and vassalized for my grand master!” it spoke, it’s voice like whispers on the wind.

  “Maximize magic: Lightning,” it intoned, a bolt of lightning flung from its finger tips as the adventurer head spoke.

  The bolt flew through the sky, and impacted the walls. Dirt flew as the outside of the walls that had been erected around the town was destroyed. Yet, the wall as a whole still held. a divot was made, simple as that. The monster could be seen scowling, even all the way to the vilge itself.

  It was then that the Green Cw chief decided to call all the chiefs around himself. The pn was simple, create a task force that would eliminate the strong demons one at a time as they were distracted by the battle. This would give Valencia enough time to slip by and start her fight with the Circlet Demon.

  As Shasuryu Shasha raised his arms above his head to calm down the noise around him, he looked to Valenica. When he got a nod of confirmation from her, atop the wall they both stood on, he turned to the rest of the tribal chiefs that surrounded him.

  “Are you all ready? Once we go down there, there will be no going back?” he asked the rest, and they nodded their heads in unison, “Ok.”

  He then turned to the warriors assembled before him. They stood behind the walls, arranged in the units that they would fight in. The weapons that they held were of the make that the Goddess Momonga had gifted them for this battle.

  “Come, my brave warriors! We are here today for fight for our lives, for the lives of our children, and their children. They wish, the demons beyond this wall wish, to make sves of us all. They wish to give us misery and strife. I say that they can keep their misery and strife! For the ancestor spirits are watching over us with pride! For the Goddess Momonga is watching us with pride! Let us go, then, to victory!” he chanted, and the rest raised their arms in cheers.

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  Momonga watched as the lizardmen fought for their lives. The warriors that wielded the heavy weapon were in the back, protecting the ranged units as they pelted the demons in the front with projectiles of all kinds. The lightly armed units stood in front and kept the enemy pinned down as they were pelted.

  The Tribal chiefs ran through the lines, trying and partially succeeding in their endeavor. In all honesty, the idea wasn’t the worst. It wasn’t the best, in fact she thought that she might make such a pn if she was in these lizardmen’s shoes.

  Two of the Overeating demons had been sin already, just five minutes into the battle. That was rather astonishing, at least to her. Yet, it simply went to show how powerful the lizardmen in actuality were. Of course, her weapons that she had given them hadn’t hurt.

  She zoomed in on another section of the battlefield with her, “Mirror of Remote Viewing.” She zoomed in on Valenica. The woman of the hour. She had been tamed somewhat after she had altered her personality with memory manipution magic.

  Still though, she had some skill. while she was much more powerful than the lizardmen chiefs, she was outnumbered, and Momonga wondered how she would stand out. She leaned back in her chair in her office. The room had been cleaned, and it looked rather nice.

  It was then that she heard her chair squeak was she leaned forward and shifted her weight. She looked down at her chair, and noticed something. Her chair, while comfortable, was nothing like the chairs she had always wanted in her past life. The kind that the elite could use and buy.

  “I wonder what sitting on a person would be like? After all, a person does have body fat, and that would make for a more dynamic chair?” she wondered some more.

  Who would make a good chair? It would embarrassing to be used as such, she would be embarrassed anyway. Who did she think wouldn’t mind? Maybe Shalltear? After all, she felt that she needed to punish herself after the whole debacle before.

  ‘Shalltear, could you come to my office?’ she asked after much deliberation, and over a message, ‘I have a punishment for your past actions.’

  ‘of course, my Lady! I’ll be there right away!’ she said over the message.

  It didn’t take any time at all for the vampire to get to the office. Momonga soon heard a knock on her door, and the maid on duty went over to the door herself. Opening the door, and seeing that it was Shalltear, the maid turned and spoke.

  “My Lady, Lady Shalltear is here to see you,” she said.

  “She’s welcome to enter,” Momonga said as she sat up and wrapped her bnket closer; yes, she was wearing a bnket.

  The maid nodded her head, and the floor guardian came in. She seemed excited for some odd reason. Momonga shook off the strange, irrational fear that something was going to happen off, and spoke.

  “Shalltear, come over here,” she said while getting up and pointing to the spot that her chair was, “Then, get on your hands and knees,” that st line proved to be a slight mistake.

  Shalltear moved with a strange swiftness, and did as ordered. The chair was moved out of the way, and Momonga sat upon the floor guardians back. Immediately, though, Shalltear started to pant.

  ‘Oh no,’ was all that went through the overlord’s head as she heard the vampire pant.

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