Ainz - But Wait, There's More

“No, no, nothing like that. You said, ‘That *was* a wonderful spell,’ right?”

“Y-yes.”

Was that the part he was scoffing about? Sweat dripped down Nimble’s forehead. Having just witnessed how horrible it was to offend this person, he didn’t want to upset him in the slightest.

“You don’t have to be so guarded. It’s just…my spell hasn’t finished yet. The best part is yet to come. Our offering to the mother goddess Shub-Niggurath will come back to us bearing the return gift of her young. The young are just adorable.”

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After the whirlpool of death robbed the kingdom soldiers of their lives, a weird pitch-black sphere appeared out of the heavens as if it were going to soil the world.

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Soon, all the people who had been about to wage war on the Katze Plain were just staring silently at the black sphere floating in the sky.

The sphere, like a hole in the sky, seemed almost like it was covered in a spiderweb, in that anyone who saw it found themselves unable to look away.

The black orb grew gradually larger.

They couldn’t think anything constructive like, Let’s run or Let’s fight.

They could only stare mutely, as if they had dementia.

Before long…the adequately ripened fruit fell.

In what seemed like the obvious outcome, the sphere popped when it touched the ground.

Like a water balloon bursting against the ground, like a ripe fruit rupturing.

The contents of the sphere radiated out from the point of impact. It was like coal tar—a sticky liquid spreading its pitch-blackness everywhere, reflecting no light at all. It began to conceal the dead kingdom soldiers.

Perhaps operating under some abnormal instinct, no one thought this was the end.

And more than that, they had the feeling it was only the beginning.

Yes—the beginning of despair.

From the earth coated in the black liquid grew a single tree.

No, it wasn’t anything so cute as a tree.

What once was one began to multiply. Two, three, five, ten…

Swaying where there was no wind, what had grown there were…tentacles.

“Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

All of a sudden, they heard something adorable, like a goat’s bleating. And it wasn’t just one. It was like a herd of goats had appeared out of nowhere.

As if drawn by the voices, the coal tar wriggled and then sprayed upward to reveal something.

It was too strange, too different.

It must have been over thirty feet tall. Counting the tentacles, it was hard to say.

Shapewise, it resembled a turnip. Instead of leaves, it had several writhing black tentacles, and the root part was a bumpy lump of flesh. From below that grew five goatlike black legs with hooves.

There were splits in the root part—the bumpy lump of flesh—that peeled back in flaps. And—

“Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

The adorable goat bleating issued from those fissures. The splits were mouths drooling a viscous black liquid.

There were five of these.

They had revealed their horrifying selves completely to all the humans on the Katze Plain.

The dark young…

They were monsters that emerged in proportion to the number of sacrifices collected by the super-tier spell Iä Shub-Niggurath. They didn’t have any powerful skills, but their stamina was a cut above normal.

And their level…was over 90.

In other words, it was a storm of atrocities.

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Volume 9, Chapter 4.2