Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

"As expected, he's not a [Body of the Abyss], just a necromancer who prefers to work alone."

Leylin interrogated Grote, the archmage who had just "resurrected" from the dead.

As expected, this guy had nothing to do with the mysterious organization "Body of the Abyss" and was simply a reclusive undead obsessed with research.

However, it wasn't all for nothing.

"This guy has done some new research on necromancy, which can help expand my knowledge base."

Leylin was organizing the information extracted from Grote's memories.

Although the rank-based magic system was initially brought by the arriving "players," the native inhabitants of this world were able to develop new magic through long-term exploration.

Although the new spells Grote researched were all necromancy-based, their ideas were ingenious and their practicality was quite high.

"This will be perfect for strengthening my [Corpse Guard] unit," Leylin thought to himself.

This unexpected "gain" made him even more convinced that it was worthwhile to intensify the search for the [Abyssal Body].

Finding them could very well mean finding more valuable knowledge or clues.

"We still don't have enough manpower... We need to create another batch of [Heroic Spirits]."

The "heroic spirits" that Leylin mentioned refer to the gray-robed guards numbered 1 to 5.

Inspired by the heroic warriors created by Odin in the Dragon Ark mythology, he combined his own technology to transform specially treated life forms into powerful individuals with a certain level of intelligence, capable of understanding and executing complex commands.

The ordinary "Deadpool" can only act on instinct, has questionable intelligence, and is incapable of doing delicate work.

The [Heroic Spirits] possess near-human thinking and learning abilities, making them perfect command executors. The five created earlier are clearly insufficient.

"Let's get right to it and start immediately." Leylin was a man of action, and he immediately began preparing materials and setting up the transmutation array.

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The Orc Kingdom, the Royal Capital.

Inside the mansion of General Duya, one of the Ten Great Beast Generals, the Lion Roar General, the lights were on, and the aroma of meat and wine filled the air.

A roaring bonfire blazed in the center of the living room, with sizzling, fragrant roasted meat grilled over it.

Nine orcs, each with a different appearance but exuding a powerful aura, sat around the campfire.

They are nine of the ten great beast generals of the orc kingdom (the bloodthirsty general Siba has mysteriously disappeared).

Those present are:

Lion Roar General Duya (Host, Lion Beastman).

General Mad Wolf Fudu (Wolf Beastman).

Wild Wolf General Fuli (a wolf-beastman, brother of Fudu).

Red Tiger General Stillman (Tiger Beastman).

General Bariah the Golden Claw (a harpy).

The giant beast general Yu Yu (Elephant Beastman).

They all killed General Ashuri (a leopard-beastman).

General Poli (Scorpion-tailed Beastman).

Dragon Claw General Doragli (Lizard Beastman).

These nine are the top-tier warriors who support the military strength of the Orc Kingdom; each one is a fierce general capable of stopping a child from crying.

"It's my honor, Duya, that you brothers have graced me with your presence at my gathering! Tonight, there's plenty of meat and wine, so eat and drink to your heart's content, don't be shy!"

As the host, Duya took the lead in raising the huge wooden cup.

"Brother Duya's treating, how could we dare not come?" General Mad Wolf grinned, revealing his sharp teeth. "You're the toughest fighter among us, and you have the most influence!"

"You can't say that," Duya waved his hand, his tone bold but with a hint of barely perceptible melancholy.

"Even if Xiba is gone, each of my brothers has their own unique skills. If it really comes down to a fight, I'm not confident I can beat anyone."

His words were half modesty and half truth. Among the Ten Beast Generals, Duya is the strongest, having already entered the "Hero Realm" and gone very far.

The missing Siba is next, having also worked in the field of heroes for many years.

The other eight also entered the realm of heroes one after another. Although they did not reach the highest level, with their racial talents and unique combat skills, they could easily contend with Duya in a short period of time.

"Speaking of Xiba..." General Poli put down his wine glass, licking his lips with his scarlet tongue. "He's been missing for over a month, hasn't he? Still no news from the capital?"

Fu Du nodded, his expression turning slightly somber: "Yes, they've disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead. You've all heard about the results of the divination by the Great Shaman... it's probably been swallowed by that 'World-Destroying Demon Dragon' again."

"Is that damned dragon really that powerful?" Poli squinted. "It destroyed two of our towns and an elite force?"

"What bullshit dragon!" General Wild Wolf spat, looking very impatient.

"If you ask me, it's just that our 'wise and mighty' king is stupid. He lost his troops and towns and couldn't explain it, so he made up this story to scare people! Maybe he just wants to take this opportunity to seize our military power!"

"Fuli, watch your words!" His brother Fudu glared at him. "The king may... lack strategic acumen, but the Great Shaman is our prophet. When has his divination ever been wrong?"

"The high shaman's divination might be correct," Fuli retorted, sticking out his neck, "but who can guarantee that the foolish king won't force the high shaman to interpret the result in the way he wants?"

"Alright, alright!" Duya, sitting in the main seat, raised her voice, interrupting the increasingly dangerous conversation, her expression somewhat displeased.

He and the current Orc King Kasor belong to the same Lion Orc race. In terms of bloodline and strength, he was qualified to compete for the throne, but...

He cleared his mind of unnecessary thoughts. "It's a rare opportunity to get together, let's not talk about these worries, let's drink!"

Seeing that Duya's expression was displeased, the two brothers, Fudu and Fuli, wisely shut their mouths and buried themselves in the meat patties in front of them.

The atmosphere eased slightly, and General Ashuri started the conversation again: "Speaking of which, the brothers were originally guarding their own territories, but now they've all been summoned back to the capital by order of the King and the Great Shaman. What are they planning to do? Just wait around?"

General Dragon Claw Doragri interjected, his voice hoarse: "I heard it's about concentrating our forces to defend the capital and prevent the 'World-Destroying Demon Dragon' from attacking."

"Just protect the capital city?" Ashuri's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger.

"What about the people in other towns? Are you just going to abandon them? What does Your Majesty take your people for? Stones that can be discarded at will?"

Doragri shrugged her scale-covered shoulders. "It seems... yes, you want to know the exact answer? Go to the palace and ask the King in person, or..."

He grinned, revealing sharp teeth. "If you can beat the king to a pulp, then everyone will listen to you, and you can do whatever you want with him."

The rules of the orc kingdom are simple and brutal: the strong prey on the weak, and the mighty reign supreme.

The current Orc King Kasor rose to power through sheer force of his fists. While his generals admire his strength, they generally hold reservations about his intelligence and decision-making abilities.

However, due to tradition and power, no one openly opposed it.

Duya stepped in again to smooth things over, his voice calm and steady: "Alright, everyone knows that His Majesty's actions were inappropriate. How about this, I'll find an opportunity later to go to the palace and offer my advice. Hopefully, it will be of some use."

"This is good!" The generals nodded in agreement.

Duya has enough strength and prestige; when he speaks, the king will always give him some face.

The atmosphere at the banquet became lively again, with toasts being exchanged and large portions of meat being eaten, temporarily putting aside the worries of the outside world.

However, just as the wine was flowing freely and everyone was in high spirits—

The light inside the room seemed to dim without warning, and the air suddenly became thick and heavy, as if an invisible pressure was pressing down on it.

The campfire crackled and flickered.

Two tall figures appeared silently at the entrance to the living room, like ghosts.

They wore large gray cloaks, their faces covered with expressionless pure white masks, and their height was comparable to that of the strong orc generals.

Only two pairs of eyes, visible outside, gleamed with a cold and eerie dark golden light, silently scanning the room.

"Who?!" Duya, sitting in the main seat, was the first to react, abruptly standing up, her voice like thunder.

"Who dares to trespass on this general's residence?! Are they courting death?!"

"Who cares who they are! Take them down first!" General Fu Du, the most hot-tempered of the two, exchanged a glance with his younger brother Fu Li, and the two of them suddenly sprang into action!

"Martial Arts Technique: Lightning Claw!"

"Martial Arts Technique: Storm Claw!"

The two brothers transformed into two blurry afterimages, their claws wreathed with blinding lightning and howling wind respectively, and pounced on the two uninvited guests with lightning speed from the left and right!

The claws were sharp and fierce, tearing through the air, demonstrating the formidable strength of a top-tier beast general.

The other generals, including Duya, remained seated, watching the show with a detached, spectator's mindset.

Could two cowardly rats possibly cause any trouble when all nine of their great beast generals are gathered together?

The two brothers, Fu Du and Fu Li, were already more than capable of handling the situation. Stepping forward now would only make it seem like they lacked confidence in the brothers.

However, what happened next instantly froze the relaxed and playful expressions on the faces of all the orc generals.

Faced with the deadly claw strikes that were powerful enough to shatter stone tablets, the two gray-robed men did not even flinch.

They merely turned their heads slightly, their dark golden pupils sweeping indifferently over the orcs in the room.

Immediately afterwards, the dark gold in the eyes of the gray-robed man on the right suddenly transformed into a bright gold as intense as molten lava!

An ancient, obscure, and majestic language syllable seemed to emerge directly from the void, vibrating slightly.

Word of Power: [Royal Authority]!

boom--!!!

An indescribably terrifying gravitational field descended out of nowhere!

It doesn't act on the ground, but is applied directly to the body and even the soul of every orc general!

"Ugh!"

"Thump!"

"Click..."

A muffled groan, a thud, and a groan of bones breaking under the strain all occurred almost simultaneously!

Just moments ago, Fudu Fuli was all aggressive, but now, like a fly swatted down by an invisible giant hand, it slammed hard onto the ground in a swooping motion, unable to move.

All the other generals, including the strongest, Duya, also collapsed to their knees without exception.

His head was pressed firmly to the cold ground by an invisible force, as if he were making the most humble worship to the gray-robed man whose golden eyes had shone.

The light from the campfire cast the long shadows of the grey-robed man onto the struggling orc generals.

At this moment, he descended upon this place like a true monarch, and all living beings... could only bow their heads.