Anyone who could wield such power could not be human. It was because of this mindset that they were able to accept this as reality.
Ainz slowly spread his arms. He looked like he was embracing a friend — or was it a demon spreading its wings? In the eyes of all who were watching, he seemed to double, triple in size, perhaps more.
In the silence — interrupted only by the anguished screams of the Kingdom’s soldiers in the distance — Ainz’s still, small voice rang out with exceptional clarity.
“— A cheer, then.”
What was he saying, Nimble thought as he stared at Ainz with his mouth open.
Everyone who could hear him thought the same thing, and as Ainz’s words who repeated throughout the army in low tones, more and more people turned their eyes to him.
Then, when everyone’s attention was on him, he spoke again.
“A cheer in celebration of my supreme power.”
The first to move was Mare, who stood opposite Nimble, by Ainz’s side. As though sparked by it, the sounds of clapping began rising up from the soldiers, until it become a thunderous ovation.
Of course, they were not truly cheering for him.
Nobody wanted to applaud a person who brought this kind of cruel butchery with him. This was not war. It was slaughter. A massacre.
Only, nobody present could speak these words. Nobody dared.
Their earth-shaking applause was the embodiment of the knights’ fears.
And then the intensity of the riotous applause, which all present thought could not get any greater, rose several more notches.
That was because one of the Dark Young had changed its direction of advance. Its new course would take it toward the Imperial army.
In response to that, cries of joy rang out.
That was the shouted praise of the Imperial knights for Ainz Ooal Gown. They were desperate cries that made their throats bleed.
Yet, the Dark Young did not slow its pace.
And so, the knights cried out even louder. They thought the beast was approaching because their volume was not sufficient.
But still, it did not stop.
And thus, their tightly wound nerves snapped.
Nobody knew who started it. It might have just been the wavering of a single knight. The terror which filled them all to their limit would burst out easily, after all.
“Aieeeeeeeeeeee!”
The soul-wrenching scream echoed throughout the ranks and shook the Imperial army.
The knights abandoned their horses, which could not move, to flee on foot. This senseless move was born of their fear of one of those monsters —the same monsters which had trampled the Royal Army underfoot— drawing near. They had seen too much of those hellish sights. Even those who lacked vivid imaginations knew exactly what would happen when it was their turn under that beast’s hooves.
And of course — fear was contagious.
While less than a hundred people fled at first, it soon swelled into an exodus of sixty thousand.
Yes.
The imperial army had fallen into a rout, their vaunted military discipline in tatters.
It was a disgraceful retreat.
The knights had obviously been taught how to fall back in good order. However, there was no longer time to obey such superfluous rules. If it would let them leave this place one second faster, if they could move one step more in flight toward a safe place, they would push their comrades down with all their strength and run.
When shoved from behind, it was unavoidable that people would lose their balance and fall. And once they fell, the panic-driven throng behind them would not give them the chance to rise.
The ones who fell would be trampled by the ones behind them.
Although they all wore metal armor, everyone else wore metal armor as well. It would not take long to crush steel and flesh into a single, gore-caked lump.
Scenes like this were happening everywhere.
The Imperial army’s casualties were not caused by the enemy, but by themselves.
Not knowing what to do, Nimble hesitated uneasily.
He wanted to run as well. However, he was not allowed to, and not all the knights had escaped anyway.
As he looked back toward the Imperial army, he saw a scant few of them, remaining stock still atop their horses.
The reason they had not escaped was not because of fear. Rather, it was because they were mesmerized, in the same way that humanity was fascinated by overwhelming power they could not do anything against.
For instance, normal people would flee when they saw a huge tornado sweeping in toward them. However, there were certain beings who admired the beauty of the tornado and stood still even though they realized it would claim their lives. Those that remained could be considered deviants.