A message came in from Inquisitor Niall, filling Karl in on the details, as far as he had managed to decipher them.
{Monarch, there are Spellblades from three different nations attacking today. A bounty has been put on the heads of a number of ranking Elites, as well as the King. I must say, if we weren’t friends, the amount that they put on your head is enough to tempt even me to take the reward and go into retirement.} Overlord Niall joked in a System Message.
{Oh, that good?}
But the Overlord replied to Karl’s sarcasm in a serious manner.
{Whoever issued the bounty is making the continued survival of the northern nations contingent upon the completion of the list. But more personally, they have also offered the equivalent of a hundred million credits and four hundred acres of fertile river bottom farmland for your death.} frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Karl sighed at the revelation. {I don’t suppose you know who is attacking the facility right now, do you? I took out some black robed Spellblades who were trying to break in earlier. However, now the building has collapsed, and someone is attacking the barriers from above.}
At least if they were going to claim a bounty on him, they would have to have an intact body to show their boss. Karl was almost absolutely certain that was how it worked. Or, at the very least, his head.
But could he regenerate from just a head? [Void Body] didn’t specify how much of you could get blown up before you couldn’t regenerate anymore.
{The ones above you now would be the Spellblades from Linia, with a group of Overlord Ranked foreigners backing them up. The team under Overlord Othello is there dealing with them. Coincidentally, her name is on the list. So are Ahmad and Tabitha.}
The invaders had a serious abundance of confidence if they were willing to put those names on the list.
For a few minutes, the damage being done to the barrier was minimal, and Karl wondered if Othello and her team were winning the battle above him.
Then a massive lance of power smashed clean through the barrier and into the floor of the lab in front of him.
Three Overlords in pale blue robes floated down from the hole in the ceiling, smirking as they stared at Karl.
"Ah, we have found you, little rat, hiding in his hole. To think that it would be our team who gets the bounty on the Beast Master." The mage on the far left, an elderly man with liver spots on his bald head, chuckled in a sinister whisper.
Karl smiled and stacked five layers of [Obliterate] on his maul, which made the Overlord laugh even harder.
But when Karl fired the five stacked spells layered in [Nullify], the Overlord Ranked skill shared by Cara, the mage’s barriers shattered like glass and his body simply vanished.
Karl turned to the other two.
"You seem to have fundamentally misunderstood something." Karl began.
[We’re not stuck in here with them, they’re stuck in here with us. I heard that one in a movie.] Remi cheered in his mind.
The Spellblades stared at the spot where their ally had been for another half second before recovering.
"You were never going to live long enough to see the reward." Karl finished, while Remi booed him silently for not going with the cliché.
The two Overlords charged for him, Only to have the Bodyguards throw themselves in between, grabbing with their serpentine bodies and sacrificing themselves to buy the time for Karl to recharge his spells.
Karl sent out another stack of [Disintegrate] coated in [Nullify], and the younger of the two Overlords vanished in a puff of ash, along with the Bodyguard wrapping him.
The Overlord died at the exact moment that a flash of purple magic blinded Karl’s eyes, and he winced as a blade ran through his stomach, bare steel stripped of its magical enchantments by the barriers it had broken.
"You were saying?" The last Overlord asked, his sword buried to the hilt in Karl’s body as he prepared another spell.
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