My family runs an adventurer's guild.

The answer is: the Black Goat Mother Goddess will give her offspring as a return gift.

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—After the black fog claimed the lives of 80,000 soldiers, a black sphere appeared in the sky above this battlefield where only the dead remained.

A black sphere that looked as if it wanted to pollute the world, sending chills down one's spine.

This black sphere was initially only the size of a head, but it began to slowly expand over time.

It looked as if there was a hole in the sky, like an open spider web, so captivating that once you were caught, you couldn't look away.

Whether it was the remaining soldiers of the Kingdom of Riyestege or the players following Ainz Ooal Gown, everyone held their breath.

Whether they fled or fought, they were unable to engage in constructive thinking; they simply stared into the distance in silence, as if they were in a daze.

After the black sphere "matured," its height began to slowly decrease—just like a tree branch bending under the weight of ripe fruit.

Soon after, the "fruit" ripened completely and fell from the branch.

"Boom-"

One by one, the black fruits fell to the ground, bursting open like water bags rupturing upon impact, or like ripe fruit flesh exploding.

Large amounts of black liquid spread from the fruit, engulfing the corpses of the humans and warhorses killed by the black mist.

From the next moment on, true despair finally began.

—From the land covered by that black liquid, a tree grew... No, what grew from the black liquid was not a tree, but at first there was only one, and then it slowly began to multiply, from two to three, then five, ten... tentacles!

“…Meow—”

Suddenly, the bleating of goats rang out on the battlefield, and it wasn't just one sound, but rather a chorus of sounds, like a flock of goats.

As if triggered by the bleating of a goat, the already formed tentacles and the remaining black liquid began to stir.

Ultimately, this resulted in five indescribable tentacle monsters.

Each monster is ten meters tall, not counting their wildly waving tentacles. At first glance, they look a bit like radishes, but instead of leaves, there are countless black tentacles. Their bodies are covered with protruding chunks of flesh, and below that are five legs with goat hooves.

Despite its terrifying appearance, it constantly emits adorable goat bleating sounds, creating an even more frightening contrast.

“…Meow————!!”

This strange and alien-looking thing is the summon that Ainz Ooal Gown obtained by sacrificing 80,000 lives.

The "other creature" originating from the Cthulhu Mythos—a black goat cub.

Although it is called a black goat cub, apart from its bleating sound, its appearance and internal organs have nothing to do with goats.

It is one of the Cthulhu mythos, originating from the ultimate fear of the unknown, or rather, the manifestation of terror itself.

Unlike the traditional gods who are depicted as handsome men and beautiful women, the Cthulhu gods generally have bizarre and grotesque appearances, covered with terrifying elements of mental pollution such as wings, tentacles, eyeballs, umbilical cords, blood vessels, and deformed limbs, and are full of unspeakable madness.

In the worst-case scenario, simply seeing their writhing forms, hearing their indescribable sounds, or even touching the traces they left behind can bring the most sinister, terrifying, and insane mental pollution to humanity, as well as the most bizarre destruction, or even "alienation."

Fortunately, the black goat calves here do not have the ability to transform humans into monsters.

These black goat cubs were summoned through the transcendental magic [Offerings to the Black Goat Mother Goddess]. While they possess no particularly powerful special abilities, their durability is unparalleled. Furthermore, these five black goat cubs are all above level ninety, even surpassing the Pleiades battle maids and some guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

The enemy facing these five black goat calves was the 200,000-strong army of the Kingdom of Riyestege. Even the strongest warrior in the kingdom, Captain Gazef, equipped with royal treasures, was only at most level 40 to 50. As for the others in the Riyestege Kingdom's camp, the strongest among them was barely level 30, just a step away from the hero realm.

In other words, a black goat cub with a level of 90 is a deadly storm that can run rampant on this battlefield.

"...Hahaha, hahaha, I never expected this! There are actually five of them! This is fantastic!"

Seeing the five black goat cubs appear on the battlefield, Ainz Ooal Gown couldn't help but laugh.

Previously in the game [YGGDRASIL], he could only summon one or two black goat cubs at most, but this time there were five!

Just as a player feels happy when they break their own record, Ainz also felt genuine joy at this new record.

"...Was it because more than 80,000 warhorses and humans were killed as sacrifices in one go?"

Ainz Ooal Gown muttered to himself in a cheerful voice, "...No, maybe five is the limit? If that's the case, then killing more creatures is meaningless. But if that's really the case, then reaching the limit is quite an achievement."

"...Congratulations!! As expected of Lord Ainz!" Demiurge, the demon strategist, praised him with a joyful expression.

"...Thank you, Demiurge." Ainz waved his hand in a good mood, thinking that this magic was really cool and would surely amaze the players. No wonder it was the ultimate move known for its "super popularity" among players!

Although he has other super-level spells such as [Meteorite] (similar to a magical version of a nuclear bomb, but with a yield of only tens of thousands of tons) and [Ten Thousand Kills] that can achieve a similar "one person destroys an army" effect, it is clear that the performance effect of [Offering to the Black Goat Mother Goddess] is better.

If it were just about killing all the enemies at once, it would feel like a large-scale euthanasia, which wouldn't be impressive enough!

"...Go! My black goat cub!" He waved his hand with a smile and said, "...Kill!"

Thus began the one-sided brutal devastation and bloody massacre amidst the high-pitched, joyful bleating of sheep.

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When the five black goat calves descended one after another in front of the army of the Kingdom of Ri. Yestije, everyone else was stunned, their eyes fixed on the terrifying sight before them, as if their souls had been stolen away.

If they were just ordinary monsters, they might have dared to swing their weapons at them.

However, the sight of the black goat calves, born only after the sacrifice of 80,000 people, robbed everyone of the courage to fight against them.

Even among the knights guarding King Rambusha III, the clanging and rattling sounds began to be heard.

That was the sound of armor rubbing together, the sound of knights' bodies trembling, but among everyone present, no one could laugh at them.

Having just witnessed such horrific magic, slaughter, and insane anomalies, no one can remain calm and sane.

On the contrary, it was quite common to be so frightened that one's whole body trembled violently. There were even quite a few nobles who were so frightened that they defecated and urinated.

Their mouths were agape, their faces contorted in utter shock, as if they were putting on a lifetime of acting, their expressions a mixture of horror, disbelief, disbelief, fear, and self-doubt.

In fact, even though they witnessed it with their own eyes and experienced it firsthand, most people still refused to believe what they were seeing, so terrifying and shocking.

"...That was a dream, right? I must be having a nightmare."

"...Yes, it must be a dream. How could something so outrageous happen..."

"...Ugh, this is truly a terrible nightmare!"

Mutterings of escapism spread among the soldiers, their eyes glazed and their expressions dazed. Even as the black goat calf charged towards them on its hind legs, the soldiers refused to acknowledge the harsh reality before them.

However, the enormous anomaly ahead will not disappear because of human denial or avoidance.

Instead, the five black goat calves nimbly raised their thick, short legs and charged at the remaining humans at a considerable speed!

"...Set up the spears!"

A hoarse scream, off-key, rang out from the mouth of a noble officer. His eyes were bloodshot, and foam was rising from the corners of his mouth.

"...Spears, put up your spears! If you want to live, put up your spears!"

Although this noble officer was also in a state of extreme fear and his mind was in complete chaos, he didn't even know what he was going to do.

However, when the black goat calf came running towards him, he instinctively gave the order to "set up the spears."

The soldiers, who had seemed to be sleepwalking and questioning their existence, suddenly woke up and raised their spears, forming a spear formation against the monster.

For cavalry, the spear formation was indeed an insurmountable obstacle, but in the face of the enormous monster, these spears were as insignificant as toothpicks.

After all, each black goat calf is hundreds of times larger than a warhorse!

However, given the situation, they had no better options.

—It is almost impossible to escape on foot in the face of a monster charging at you.

Even if you run away as fast as you can, you might still be trampled into mincemeat by the giant hooves chasing from behind.

So the soldiers prayed to themselves, and in despair or numbness, they held their guns and waited for the monster's attack.

As the earth continued to tremble, the soldiers' hearts beat faster and faster.

Soon after, when their hearts were pounding so hard they felt like they were about to burst, the black goat calf finally rushed to their side.

The scene looked... exactly like a steamroller crashing into a swarm of rats!

The soldiers raised their spears with trembling hands, but against the black goat cubs as large as Godzilla, they were as easily broken as toothpicks piercing steel, unable to even leave a scratch.

In an instant, countless shattered spears flew through the air, and countless unfortunate souls who had been knocked away screamed in agony...

The tentacles appeared soft, but when they struck the soldiers and warhorses, the sound of bones breaking immediately rang out. As the soldiers screamed in the air, their internal organs were actually shattered, and blood mixed with dark red fragments of internal organs was gushing from their mouths.

As for those who were trampled into the ground by the hooves of the black goat calves and turned into mincemeat, they couldn't even let out a final scream.

Chapter 181, Players' Negative Reviews Abound

Clearly, the toothpick-like spears of the Riyestege Kingdom's army posed no obstacle to the black goat calves. Instead, they piqued their playful interest, and they began to enjoy the satisfaction of trampling humans with their enormous hooves—like a mischievous child who enjoys stepping on ants.

So, after penetrating the phalanx of the Kingdom of Ri. Yestige's army, they did not continue to run around aimlessly. Instead, they turned around, sought out the most crowded places, and continued to frolic among the crowds, trampling with their huge hooves and flinging with their waving tentacles.

—To give death the same treatment to everyone equally.

In any case, there was no weapon in the army of the Kingdom of Riyestege that could penetrate their defenses.

As for the native army mages who could only chant third-order or at most fourth-order spells, even if they were lucky enough to hit them, it would only be a tickle.

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams shook the heavens. Whether noble or peasant, the final fate was to become mud covering the earth.

Accompanied by the bleating of sheep, the [Black Goat Cubs], which were actually goat hoof tentacles, ran and jumped around happily among the crowd.

Heart-wrenching screams, the clatter of bodies being trampled, the cracking of bones being broken—all sorts of despairing sounds continued relentlessly.

In fact, in the game [YGGDRASIL], the black goat cubs are not a particularly powerful trump card - due to their lack of special attack power, they are just seen by players as a high-level, tough meat shield.

For level 100 max-level players—most players in the later stages of the game [YGGDRASIL] are max level, so dealing with them isn't difficult.

However, in the world of Overlord, the level of ordinary soldiers in human countries is generally only around level 10 to 15. When faced with black goat cubs that are nearly level 100, and considering the huge difference in their size, it is basically a one-sided trampling and slaughter.

—You can't escape, you can't fight back, you can't hide.

All courage and faith were crushed and shattered, leaving only overwhelming fear, helplessness, and despair in my heart.

This is the somber mood that fills the hearts of the army of the Kingdom of Riyestege as they face the wildly leaping black goat cubs.

Although this is a fantasy world filled with all kinds of monsters and powerful beings, in the eyes of the humans of the Kingdom of Riyestege, this world is still orderly. Apart from some legendary secret realms, most civilizations and races still live in an orderly social environment.

While different races and nations fight and kill each other, they also understand and communicate with one another, which forms their worldview.

However, the black goat cubs that appeared before them were completely outside their realm of knowledge. They saw nothing familiar in these terrifying creatures; they were utterly unfamiliar. Completely, utterly devoid of any trace of familiarity!

As we all know, the greatest fear in the world stems from the complete unknown... and that is the most terrifying aspect of the Cthulhu mythos!

Watching the colossal, grotesque monster, towering like a mountain, crush thousands of humans into a bloody pulp as if a child were stepping on ants, the fear in the hearts of the remaining people rapidly surged to its limit. Then, the last thread of reason in their minds snapped instantly!

"...Eee-yaa ...

Various heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the kingdom's army positions, before the black goat calves had trampled them, quickly shaking the entire formation.

It's simply impossible to fight against that kind of thing.

I shouldn't throw my life away meaninglessly.

"...We're doomed! Why did they bring us here to die?!"

With this thought in mind, someone let out a cry that was almost a wail.

"...Waaaaah...waaaah..."

Many others simply dropped their weapons in despair, then knelt on the ground and wept bitterly in a state of mental breakdown—after all, neither swords, spears, nor bows and crossbows could inflict even the slightest harm on the thick-skinned black goat cubs.

"...Idiot! What's the use of crying? Retreat!! Retreat now!!"

Immediately afterwards, Marquis Raven opened his mouth with difficulty and shouted in a trembling voice.

The soldiers who heard his shout finally snapped out of their daze, dropped their weapons and luggage, and turned to flee in panic. Meanwhile, the soldiers elsewhere, seeing someone leading the escape, were already terrified and on the verge of a mental breakdown, and naturally followed suit, beginning their own rout.

However, in the brutal battlefield filled with chaos and variables, retreating in front of the enemy is always the most difficult thing.

Any experienced officer knows what terrible things can happen in a chaotic and disorganized retreat—organization collapses, equipment is abandoned, people trample each other, and comrades are sent to their deaths... In the end, the entire organization disintegrates and is picked off one by one by the enemy.

However, even so, with everyone's spirits crushed by fear, an orderly retreat was simply impossible.

In such a crowded, jostling, and trampling environment, discipline and orders have lost their effectiveness. The panicked deserters completely ignore the officers' reprimands and only want to escape to a safe place as quickly as possible. Even if they have to push and shove their comrades in front of them, they will run as fast as they can.

And so, the fleeing people pushed and shoved each other, trampling one another. Those who fell were quickly crushed to death; even armor could not withstand the weight of so many feet. Not to mention the many frightened warhorses and donkeys that charged and jostled through the chaotic crowd, creating even greater commotion…

Worst of all, the "incredibly curious" black goat calves showed no mercy to the fleeing humans. On the contrary, they continued their pursuit with great enthusiasm, their massive hooves and menacing tentacles lashing out amidst the dense, chaotic ranks of routed soldiers, creating horrific carnage. Their bleating, like the mournful howls of banshees, drove the soldiers to the brink of madness…

Everyone was gripped by extreme panic, like rats desperately trying to escape a sinking ship, screaming and trampling each other, even brandishing weapons and hacking at one another in their race to get out first. Anyone who tried to maintain order was instantly crushed in this chaotic torrent.

Military banners depicting various noble family crests were scattered and trampled beyond recognition, seemingly symbolizing the destruction of mortal force...

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