Overlord (book 1)

So in order for the knight to use any of his other skil s, he mustn’t be kil ed instantly. This way he can judge the strength of this world and also confirm his own strength.

“——Since I’ve took the time to come here, I should find another subject to experiment on. You

wil accompany me on this experiment.”

Although Momonga’s Necromantic magic was strengthened, the power of his basic magic spel s

was not high. In addition, metal armor was usually weak against shock attacks, so during the

time inside YGGDRASIL, most people would add shock resistance to their armor. Because of

that, Momonga decided to use a shock spell against the knight, in order to calculate the damage.

In order not to kill the enemy, he did not use any special enhancing effects.

“「Lightning Dragon」”

White lightning that looked like a dragon fiercely surged forth from Momonga’s hands and

shoulders. Flashes of white lightning dazzled the eyes and went towards the knight that

Momonga pointed at.

There was no escape and no defense.

The dragon-shaped lightning hit the body of the knight, letting out dazzling white light which, in a twist of fate, looked truly beautiful.

The dazzling light faded and like a broken doll, the knight fell to the ground. The body

underneath the armored charred, letting out a foul stench.

Originally wanting to chase after the knight, Momonga was dumbfounded at how weak the

knight was.

“How weak… To die from such a thing…”

For Momonga, a level five spell like 『Dragon Lightning』 was weak. During the times when he

was practicing with level 100 players, Momonga would only use spells of level eight or higher.

Level five spells would almost never be used.

Knowing that the knight was weak enough to allow a level five spell to kill him, the tension within

Momonga instantly dissipated. Of course, it could be possible that these two knight were the

only weak ones, but even so he began to lose his tension. However, his plan to use

teleportation magic to withdraw had not changed.

The knights could also have been experts in close combat. In YGGDRASIL, a hit to the neck

would cause a significant increase in damage, but right now, in the real world it could be fatal.

Momonga once again raised his tension. Dying because of a careless mistake would be too

stupid. Right now he should continue testing out his own strength.

Momonga activated his own special skill.

───「Raise Death Knight」───

This was one of Momonga’s special abilities, the creation of undead monsters. The Death

Knight was one of Momonga’s favourite creatures since it was very useful as a shield.

With a level around 35, its strength would be equal to a level 25 monster, but its defensive

power was very good, comparable to a level 40 monster. For Momonga, a monster like that was

useless.

However, the Death Knight had two very important special skills.

One was the ability to attract the attacks of an enemy. The other one could be used only once,

but it would always survive one lethal attack as long as it had a certain amount of HP left.

Because of these two special skills, Momonga enjoyed using Death Knights as a shield.

This time as well, he created it to act as his shield.

In YGGDRASIL, just by using the special ability of creating undead, undead would appear out of

the air around the summoner. However, for this world it seemed to be different.

Black mist appeared out of no where, flew towards the knight whose heart had been crushed

and covered him.

The mist slowly expanded and——entered the body of the knight. Then like a zombie, the knight

slowly stood up.

“Yi i!”

Although the girls shrieked, Momonga didn’t notice. Because he was also surprised at the sight

before him.

Moving with a grumbling sound, black liquid flowed out from the silt in the helmet, should be

coming out from the knight’s mouth.

The black liquid flowed out endlessly, covering the whole body. It looks like a slime swallowing a

human. After being completely covered by the liquid slime, it began to distort into a human form.

After a few seconds, the black liquid receded and what stood in front of his eyes was certainly a

Death Knight.

About 230 centimeters tall, its body was larger and no longer looked like a human, saying it was

a beast was more fitting.

His left hand is holding a tower shield with a immense size of three-fourths of his body and in his

right hand a corrugated sword. This sword is nearly one hundred and thirty centimetres long.

Normally one needs both hands to pick up, but the huge Death Knight is easily lifting it with one

hand. The sword is coated with waves of terrifying red and black fog, agitating the surrounding

like a constant a heartbeat.

His huge body wore a body armor made of black metal with red bloodlines engraved on it. The

armor had sharp thorns everywhere and looked like the incarnation of violence.

Two demonic horns emerged from the helmet, with the face being visible underneath. It was an

disgusting, rotted face whose empty eye sockets were filled with hate and killing intent, glowing

with a flashing red light.