Overlord: Ancient one Chapter 101 - 94: We all are Sinners

"Look around you, Ancient One. Blood, battle, screams, agony. This world was peaceful, now look at what you've done," Leo's voice rang out, filled with accusation and condemnation.

As Leo's words echoed across the battlefield, I turned to face him, my gaze unwavering despite the accusations leveled against . The air was thick with the stench of blood and the cries of the wounded, a reminder of the destruction that had been wrought by my hand.

But even as Leo spoke of peace, I knew that such a thing was nothing but an illusion. This world had never known true peace, only the fragile semblance of it that crumbled at the slightest provocation. War had always been a constant, an ever-present reality that shaped the course of history.

Both Great God's and Greed King were war with each other. But they are whispering, I destroyed their world.

Yes, I did, I did destroy there world, there dream of domination but one thing that separate them from is that, I admit that I am evil, I am selfish. But they both, Great God's and Greed King, think that they are right.

But they forgot one, in war there is no right or wrong instead only Winner and losers.

And now, as the dust settled and the smoke cleared, the true extent of my power was laid bare for all to see and all to decide who is the winner.

Most of the Great Gods and Greed Kings lay dead at my feet, their once-mighty armies reduced to nothing more than corpses strewn across the battlefield.

But there were still a few survivors, a handful of defiant souls who refused to yield to the inevitable. Leo, Milford, Zag Lauransan, and Surshana stood before , their expressions a mixture of fear and determination.

"You have brought nothing but death and destruction upon this world, Ancient One," Leo spat, his voice filled with contempt. "You have taken everything from us, our hos, our families, our very way of life. And for what? Power? Glory? Is that truly worth the cost?"

They all are wounded, I could just flick my hand and they will be dead. But I didn't.

"Leo, Milford, Do any of you know, what type of life Bors lead before he ca to this world? And Zag Lauransan, Surshana, do you know what type of life Alah Alaf lead back in his world?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You see," I continued, my tone laced with mockery, "in both of your groups, Bors and Alah Alaf were the only ones who could be considered 'good' and 'righteous.' The rest of you, on the other hand..." I trailed off, allowing the implication to sink in.

"Zag Lauransan, did you think no one would discover your predilection for sadistic rituals? And Surshana, your thirst for power knows no bounds, even at the expense of innocent lives."

"And Leo," I continued, my voice low and dangerous, "did you know that beneath your bravado lies a twisted fascination with torture? How many won have you torture for your amusent, how many children have you killed, just to hear there scream of agony. And as for you, Milford, You taste for battle is so great that you force you own followers to fight with each other. And the punishnt for losing is that they have to see their wife, lover, mother, son, daughter, defiled again and again until they are just a living corpse."

"We all are sinners," I declared, my voice ringing with a chilling certainty. "Each of you bears the weight of your own atrocities, your hands stained with the blood of the innocent. And yet you dare to stand before , casting judgnt upon my actions?"

Leo's face contorted with rage, his eyes blazing with fury at my accusations. "You dare to speak of judgnt, you monster? You, who have slaughtered countless lives without remorse or regret?"

But I rely chuckled, the sound low and nacing. "Oh, I do not deny my sins. I revel in them, embrace them. But at least I do not hide behind false pretenses of righteousness like you do."

As the truth of my words sank in, a heavy silence descended upon the battlefield, broken only by the sounds of distant screams and the stench of death that hung heavy in the air. Each of them knew, deep down, that they were no better than I, their hands just as stained with the blood of the innocent.

"And now," I continued, my voice cold and unyielding, "you shall pay the price for your hypocrisy, for your sins. But fear not, for I shall grant you a swift death, free from the agony you so readily inflicted upon others."

"As my friends once said, Sinners will judge sinners, for sinning differently, quite the irony."

And a bitter reminder of the twisted nature of humanity. But amidst the chaos and destruction, there was a sense of grim satisfaction, a feeling of vindication as justice was ted out upon those who had dared to oppose .

With a flick of my wrist, I unleashed a wave of dark energy, engulfing Leo, Milford, Zag Lauransan, and Surshana in a swirling vortex of destruction. Their screams echoed through the air, drowned out by the cacophony of battle raging around us.

But even as their lifeless bodies fell to the ground, I felt no sense of triumph, no satisfaction in their demise. For in the end, we were all just pawns in the ga of fate, slaves to our own desires and ambitions.

As the smoke cleared and the dust settled, I stood alone amidst the carnage, a solitary figure in a world consud by chaos.

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