Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

"This is outrageous!"

Duya was filled with shock and anger, and he was so angry that he almost spit fire.

He was the mighty Lion Roar General, whose strength had long since entered the realm of heroes, and he was rarely matched on this continent.

At this moment, he was pressed firmly to the ground by an invisible force, unable to move, as if he were kneeling!

"What a joke?!" The other generals were equally unable to accept this absurd and humiliating scene.

"[Ability Enhancement]!"

"[Super Enhanced Abilities]!"

"Get moving!!!"

All the orc generals roared, frantically channeling their battle energy and unleashing various martial arts techniques to enhance their bodies.

Their muscles bulged, veins stood out, and the ground cracked from their struggle.

They're going to break free of this damn gravity field and stand up again!

however--

The gray-robed man who released the power of words suddenly transformed the dark gold in his eyes into a bright gold as intense as the blazing sun!

The older, more majestic dragon syllables vibrated the air at a higher frequency.

Word of Power: [Royal Authority] - Its effectiveness is multiplied!

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

If the gravity just now felt like a mountain pressing down on you, then now it feels like an entire mountain range crashing down on you!

"Oh no! Gravity has increased again!"

"Hold on! Everyone, you must hold on!"

"Damn it! Are all the guards in the manor dead?! Why hasn't there been a sound?!"

Not only their bodies, but their spirits and souls were also subjected to being crushed and ground by an invisible millstone.

Even more terrifying is that this power, which was originally inclined towards mental oppression, has begun to substantially interfere with reality!

Centered on the gray-robed man, the ground within a radius of twenty meters groaned under the immense pressure, sinking by nearly twenty centimeters!

The exquisite and expensive marble floor tile shattered into dust, forming a neatly edged, shocking circular pit.

It was as if an invisible Titan had stomped its foot hard on this spot.

"Ughhhhhh!"

"I can't hold on any longer! My bones... are going to break!"

"What...what kind of monsters are you?!"

"I... am not reconciled..."

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

Nine muffled thuds followed in succession, like heavy objects falling to the ground.

The nine orc generals were no longer able to resist and were completely crushed at the bottom of the pit, deeply embedded in the broken rubble.

They were covered in blood, with countless broken bones, and under extreme pressure and mental shock, they all fell into a coma.

The blazing golden light in the gray-robed man's eyes slowly faded, and the whispers of dragon runes around him also dissipated.

The suffocating gravitational field vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The two gray-robed men stood still, looking at the nine unconscious and pitiful orc generals in the pit.

They exchanged a glance (though through masks), seemingly communicating silently.

Immediately afterwards, another gray-robed man who had not yet made a move stepped forward.

His eyes also lit up, but not with an aggressive, fiery gold; instead, they shone with a deeper, more psychedelic, dark gold radiance.

A vast and exquisite spiritual force, like invisible tendrils, spread out, gently yet irresistibly binding the consciousness of the nine orc generals.

Deep hypnosis, beginning.

This is not simply confusion, but rather a more coercive instruction that involves implanting ideas and guiding behavior.

A moment later, the nine orc generals stood up from the pit, their bodies moving mechanically and unsteadily.

Although their eyes were open, they were empty and lifeless, devoid of any spirit or willpower, like exquisite marionettes.

The two men in gray robes reconfirmed the target's status.

Then, their figures, along with the nine hypnotized generals, began to fade like a watercolor painting, gradually becoming transparent and blurry, until they finally disappeared completely into the air.

It did not move at high speed, but rather transformed into an invisible [ghost].

Silent and still, as if no one had ever been there.

Only the conspicuous circular crater in the center of the living room, along with the pervasive dust and the stench of blood, remained, proving that what had just happened was no illusion.

A day later, the servants of General Toya's mansion finally discovered the area that looked as if it had been hit by a meteorite, and the horrifying fact that all nine generals had disappeared.

Panic, like a plague, quickly spread from the general's mansion to the entire capital.

"Oh no! All nine generals... have disappeared! There are traces of monsters in the mansion!"

..............................

"【wide awake】."

A soft magical light shone down on the nine orc generals.

Their heavy eyelids trembled, and they gradually woke up.

The moment they regained consciousness, their first sensation was excruciating pain throughout their bodies, and...

The feeling of being tightly bound by strong ropes or similar magical restraints.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted by an unfamiliar environment that looked like a natural cave.

And a young human being who was observing them with great interest.

"Human!" General Mad Wolf roared first, trying to struggle, but found the restraints to be unusually strong.

He suppressed his anger and adopted a condescending tone: "Where is this place? Untie us immediately! This general might consider sparing your life, or even rewarding you!"

He couldn't connect the young human in front of him with the terrifying, mysterious gray-robed man from last night; their physiques and demeanor were worlds apart.

This kid is probably a servant or a low-level accomplice of a mysterious powerful figure; intimidating him should make him back down.

In the experience of the negative, most people are cowardly, and intimidation is often effective.

However, the young human merely smiled slightly, showing no intention of loosening his restraints, his calm gaze unsettling.

Fu Du, thinking his intimidation wasn't enough, immediately bared his fangs, his face becoming even more ferocious, his voice like thunder: "You lowly thing! Don't you understand? Let go right now! Or I'll tear you to pieces!"

"Heh." The human youth chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"You!" Fu Du was furious.

"Fudu, save your energy," said General Lion Roar, Duya, in a deep voice, appearing much calmer.

"Can't you tell? This person isn't afraid of us at all." He said, while quickly surveying his surroundings.

The rock face is made of limestone...

Geologically, this is different from the granite and basalt that are common in their orc kingdom.

This place is very likely no longer in China.

"Brother, we're already hostages tied up with ropes, your appearance won't scare anyone anymore," General Wild Wolf added helplessly.

General Dragon Claw, Doragri, hissed at Leylin, "Hey! Human brat! Where's that gray-robed monster who captured us? Make him come out! I wasn't prepared before, and he ambushed me! If you've got the guts, fight me fair and square again! I'll tear him apart!"

Although the other generals didn't speak, most of them also showed resentment in their eyes.

The previous defeat was too quick and too bizarre, so they were more inclined to believe that it was caused by some kind of insidious magic or prop attack. They felt that if they had faced it head-on, they might not have lost.

At this moment, the human youth finally spoke, his voice calm yet clearly reaching the ears of every orc:

"Nine orc generals, I have long admired your names."

Lei Lin's words did have some truth to them.

He had heard of the fearsome reputation of the Ten Orc Generals since childhood. Each of them was a battlefield savior capable of stopping children from crying at night, and it was said that they possessed strength comparable to or even surpassing that of human heroes.

Last year, while I was stationed on the border, I often heard veterans talk about them with a tone of awe and reverence.

Now that I see it, it is indeed impressive (although it is currently tied up).

Unfortunately, the bloodthirsty general Siba, one of the ten generals, had been burned to a crisp by his raging flames, leaving him no chance of resurrection.

Otherwise, we could collect a complete set today, that would be truly perfect.

Duya narrowed her eyes and followed up on the conversation, asking, "Oh? Since you know who we are, then who are you? Tell me your name."

He tried to extract more information while his mind raced, analyzing his current situation and possible ways to escape.

Leylin smiled, his gaze falling on Duya, and said frankly, "This must be the renowned Lion's Roar General, Lord Duya. I am Leylin Faslis Inberon, Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Inberia. You generals may have heard of my name?"

"Leylin?!"

The name struck like a thunderbolt, exploding in the minds of the nine orc generals.

After a brief silence, a mix of emotions—shock, realization, and anger—erupted.

"You're the Prince Leylin of Inberia who, a year ago, slaughtered an entire tribe of orcs with fire on the border and built a small mountain from their heads?!"

Fudu's eyes instantly turned blood red as he struggled and roared, the ropes binding him digging deep into his flesh.

Leylin remained expressionless and nodded: "If there is no other person in this world named Leylin who has done the same thing, then it is indeed me."

"Damn humans!" Fudu's roar echoed through the cave.

General Ashuri stared intently at Leylin, gritting his teeth as he said, "So it was you. No wonder you were so confident. I've heard your strength is similar to ours. If you orchestrated all of this, it's not surprising."

General Dragon Claw Doraguri hissed, "Hmph! I never expected this! The renowned Prince of Inberia has such a monstrous gray-robed powerhouse hidden behind him! Your Kingdom of Inberia has certainly kept things well hidden!"

He still believed that the main force was the gray-robed man, and that Leylin might just be the gray-robed powerhouse's subordinate or collaborator.

"A gray-robed powerhouse?" Leylin showed a perfectly timed expression of confusion, then seemed to remember something.

Leylin smiled and said, "You mean...him?"

Before he finished speaking, a tall, gray figure emerged silently from the shadows of the wall, appearing beside Leylin.

He was draped in a gray robe and his face was covered by a white mask, leaving only a pair of dark golden eyes that coldly looked down at the bound beastmen.

The nine generals' breaths caught in their throats simultaneously, and their pupils contracted sharply.

It's that monster that unleashed terrifying gravity last night!

However, something even more terrifying happened.

The gray-robed "monster," so powerful it filled them with despair, knelt down on one knee before Leylin without hesitation, lowering its masked head.

The posture was one of genuine respect and submission.

Leylin accepted the salute without hesitation, and then looked back at the nine dumbfounded orc generals.

His smile remained gentle, yet it carried a chilling composure.

"Were you asking about him?"