Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 53: Clash

"Goldwing, go. Teach that woman a lesson," Eagle ordered coldly, his tone devoid of hesitation.

"Screech!"

With a sharp cry, the massive Fiery Eagle soared forward, wings blazing like molten steel.

It opened its beak, and a wave of infernal breath erupted forth—scorching, overwhelming, and fierce enough to reduce an elite powerhouse to ash in seconds.

Even Undead Regeneration might not stand a chance against such intensity.

But despite the devastating attack, Evernight didn’t flinch. Her expression remained calm, almost bored. freewebnσvel.cøm

Why?

BOOM!

A colossal rock wall surged up from the earth at the perfect moment, intercepting the blast. Flames slammed into it, scattering molten sparks in every direction. The searing breath carved deep gashes into the stone but Evernight’s group stood untouched behind the barrier.

When the flames faded, a low, rumbling voice echoed across the field.

"I, the Mountain King," the humanoid golem declared, stepping into view, "will never let lowly humans lay a finger on my master."

His eyes glowed with ancient fury, and cracks of molten energy danced across his stone body like veins. Dust settled around his feet as his massive arms lowered from his conjuration stance.

Evernight chuckled lightly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Fufufu... You made him angry."

Eagle clicked his tongue. "Tch. So the rock has a mouth now."

Maya narrowed her eyes. "This isn’t just any golem... it’s sentient."

Drago frowned, clearly reconsidering their approach. "And loyal. Loyal to him."

He turned his gaze toward the encirclement where someone still resting on the stone bed, surrounded by hundreds—no, thousands—of beasts watching protectively.

"What kind of human could tame all this?" Drago muttered under his breath.

"Do you think we should retreat, Drago? That golem looks powerful... and let’s not forget the Undead Knight and that Fallen Angel," the woman behind him whispered cautiously.

Drago’s jaw tightened. "No. We have to investigate. Something tells me this is bigger than it looks."

His voice was grim, the weight of intuition pressing on his shoulders.

"Well then," Maya said, a spark of excitement glinting in her eyes. "We’re heading into battle."

With a graceful motion, she raised her hand. A radiant peacock emerged beside her, its feathers glowing with hues of violet and gold. Each plume shimmered like it contained a galaxy within.

Drago, no longer holding back, followed suit. He extended his hand into the air, and with a thunderous roar, his Contracted Beast appeared—a towering dragon covered in shimmering metal scales, its claws digging into the ground as it landed with a quake. It was nearly half the size of the Mountain King, its presence alone radiating dominance.

The other two summoners responded in kind. One summoned a Thunder Wyvern, its body crackling with arcs of raw lightning. It beat its wings once, sending gusts rippling across the grass.

The last summoned a creature far more subtle—yet just as dangerous. A Charming Fox, snow-white with nine flickering tails, stepped forward gracefully. Its eyes glowed with mystical allure, and a soft mist began to roll over the battlefield from its paws.

The air grew heavy. Magical pressure surged across the Hollow Plains as five powerful beasts faced the defenders.

Evernight let out a tired sigh.

"Well, I did warn you."

Beside her, Malthius drew his cursed blade with a hollow rasp, his eyes glowing beneath his shadowed helm. The Mountain King raised one hand, and pillars of stone began to rise around Igaris, forming a fortress-like perimeter.

Behind them, the beasts that served Igaris began to stir, their instincts reacting to the threat encroaching on their master.

Flap, flap, flap!

The ground trembled as the Metal Dragon flapped its mighty wings and soared into the sky. Metallic spears formed around it, glinting beneath the moonlight.

With a sharp whoosh, the spears rained down, slamming into the stone fortress. One after another, they shattered the defenses, making the walls crumble piece by piece.

"Gaaaarh! Humans... you should have known! This Mountain King doesn’t make idle threats!"

The Mountain King roared, and with a deafening rumble, its body began to expand. In moments, it multiplied in size, easily dwarfing the Metal Dragon.

"Rumble!"

The sheer pressure shook the earth beneath them.

Drago and his team stepped back, stunned.

Its towering, hill-like form now loomed like a forgotten god. Its rocky hide gleamed faintly under the starlight, and cracks glowed with veins of molten gold.

"No way..." Maya’s voice trembled. "The Mountain King? That’s the Mountain King. The one from the ancient legends? It’s... awakened?"

"Unbelievable!" Eagle choked. "That thing’s real? I thought it was just a myth. No golem should be that huge!"

Even Drago was silent, struggling to process the scene.

So all those tremors earlier... they were from this creature? But how? What happened here? he thought.

"We’re not backing down!" shouted the summoner beside the Thunder Wyvern. His eyes burned with overconfidence. "We’ll see if this ’Mountain King’ lives up to the stories!"

Flash!

Suddenly a blur streaked past his vision.

Then a soft thud was heard.

He looked down.

A severed hand lay in a pool of crimson, twitching.

For a second, he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing.

When pain exploded up his arm, only then he screamed.

"AAAHHHH! MY HAND—MY HAND!"

He collapsed to his knees, clutching his shoulder, trying to stop the geyser of blood.

Drago’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t seen a thing. Not even a flicker of movement.

He turned sharply.

Standing where the blur had vanished was a figure cloaked in darkness—an Undead Knight in a black robe. Its skull was bare, its eyes hollow. The greatsword in its bony hands dripped with fresh blood.

There was no mistaking it.

That instantaneous silent blow came from this undead.

Drago’s expression tightened.

"That sword... that posture... I’ve seen it before," he thought, "but where?"

The Undead Knight didn’t move. It simply stood still, its hollow gaze fixed on the group as if daring the next to step forward.

This was no ordinary undead.

And something told them that if they underestimated him again—next time, it wouldn’t be just a hand.

"The Ruined Citadel!"