Needless to say the entire city went into a frenzy.
Everywhere people were screaming crying and running for their lives. Some attacked the guards out of frustration and some fell to their knees and started praying in desperation. But not one soul tried to flee the capital itself.
Normally when faced with such a threat there would be individuals who would still take their chances with trying to flee but this time not one tried to pass through the city gates.
All had heard about what Ainz was capable of and not a single one doubted that no matter their number they would die as soon as they left Astousa.
As difficult as it was for a religious nation like the Slane Theocracy to accept it there was a reasonably large amount of citizens that had fallen to their knees in prayer begging Ainz to be merciful upon them. Since it was impossible to tell who was praying to their own gods and who wasn't, the soldiers could do little but stare at this maddening scene and try to calm down the citizens that were throwing a fit.
At this time Archon had already arrived at the hidden crypt beneath the cathedral. From the moment the alarm had rung through the capital, protocols had been put in place on what to do so all that was required of him was to make the biggest decisions based on the situation. Although that itself was possibly worse than handling the small stuff.
"Report what the situation is outside?"
Archon fixed his attention on the captain of the Windflower Scripture that had stayed behind in order to manage the city's messaging system in case of attack.
"Yes! As it stands now the enemy has sent seemingly non-aggressive creatures out to pass on a message. It appears that the enemy gives us a three hour deadline to surrender or rather convert our faith before he attacks. All messages say the same so it has to be correct."
Convert? Why would he place importance on such a thing? Why even give us a three hour deadline? Another trap?
Archon finally arrived in the room where the Black Scripture was already waiting.
Inside this dark, dim stone room with candles barely lighting it, the fate of humanity was to be decided on this day.
Damn, why did they stick me with this job? The one to do this should be Ylliana.
The twelve or rather thirteen members of the Black Scripture, plus Kaire who was a former member but still too important to retire were present. Now it was up to Archon to make a decision with the information that he was provided to decide when to move out.
"As it stands now the enemy is only one. The Sorcerer King is currently standing alone on the main road. I have no doubt that any armies we send towards him will lose. Our only choice is to use the element of surprise and attack him from behind by using the holy 'summoning array'."
Archon knitted his brows. He could not understand why Ainz had come alone and even gave them three hours to prepare themselves. If they ambushed Ainz, would he really be able to get a victory? Did Ainz really leave himself so vulnerable?
There is no choice! We have to risk it all or our lives may all be forfeit.
Although with some doubts, Archon made the decision and ordered the Black Scripture to head to the Teleportation array inside the Black Scripture.
Once inside he gave the Black Scripture their orders and wished them good luck as he left word to their captain to prepare them for the battle.
Sylvan inhaled a breath of air as the next words could be the last he said to some of the people here.
"Members of the Black Scripture, protectors of the Slane Theocracy, heed my words. We will soon move out against the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown. We face a foe that is capable of wiping out entire armies and we ourselves are in danger of being completely wiped out.
"But when have we faced different odds? All of us here that have stepped into the realm of heroes have survived by returning from the precipice of death many times. If we cower now, all of humanity could end up becoming slaves for that monster to play with as he sees fit.
"We will not back down! We are the shield of humanity against the waves of evil, the sword of justice that cuts through the darkness! We are the last defense of all that that is good and holy! We are the Black Scripture!"
The other members of the Black Scripture roared as they got riled up by the speech of their captain. Even if it was only a little they would need every last bit of courage they could get if they hoped to fight Ainz.
"Now, members of this proud Unit, who will aid me in this mission?"
Two members of the Black Scripture stepped up, their faces hidden by masks and each wearing a similar attire. They were the replacements of Clementine and the finest twin assassins of the Theocracy. Although individually below the others they excelled at dual executions and had earned the right of a shared seat in the group.
"We, the 12th Seat Heaven and Earth, will fight with you and die with you. As long as we live their backs will not be safe."
A girl dressed in a strange attire and a pointed hat with a crystal orb floating next to her stepped up. The child genius who was one of the few people that knew how to use divination magic in the country and could both manipulate and see through illusions. The Thousand Miles Astrologer, Palyntana stepped up. "I, the 11th Seat, will fight with you and die with you. No matter what illusions they may try to use to trick us it will be pointless against me."
A large man with unruly white hair and dark skin stepped up. With an axe that was bigger than himself tied up behind his back it was not difficult to see why he was called 'the strongest human'. The man previously known as the human monster and hermit of the Troll mountains, Bahmeth stepped up to answer the call. "I, the 10th Seat, will fight with you and die with you. There is no monster stronger than me in this world; I will crush all of our foes."
A man with dark hair that was leanly built with a chain that glowed as brightly as the sun stepped forward as well. Although his carelessness had cost him his life once before, he had been revived as his item could only be wielded by him and it was simply too useful to abandon. The Divine Chain, Edgar Beaumarchais. "I, the 9th Seat, will fight with you and die with you. No matter how far they run or how strong they are I will catch them and bring them down to their knees."
A bulky man with red hair that wielded two giant shields stepped up. He too had died once before but many thought that it was only thanks to his sacrifice that one of their God-Kin had survived. The personal bodyguard and defender of Kaire. The hero and Myriad of barriers, Cedran Crust Dovahlis. "I, the 8th Seat, will fight with you and die with you. Until I am but bones and dust I will protect Kaire-sama with my life!"
A girl wearing a strange outfit stepped up. she wore a short white skirt with black leggins and carried a small white pursue. Although it could be considered sinful to expose this much skin as a woman, the power that this outfit provided was no joke. The power she wielded could easily wipe out entire villages and cause enormous terror to nations. The Harbinger of Nightmares, Persiva Mors Minim stepped forth. "I, the 7th Seat, will fight with you and die with you. Though I pray that the power I hold needn't be released. If necessary I too will unleash my full strength against this threat."
A blond man with sharp eyes and a sturdy looking body who wielded a shining blade that was longer than himself stepped up. The greatest swordsmen of the nation who excelled at slicing through creatures with an evil alignment. The Sword of Justice, Roquefort Vita Almack stepped forward. "I, the 6th Seat, will fight with you and die with you. With this sword in my hands I will slice that evil skeleton in two and protect the future of our nation."