The level 11 yellow-horned Níemogr roars as it charges Oliver, its gaping maw unleashing volleys of black energy orbs. These orbs brim with primal runes and laws, though they’re a chaotic mess—not ones this creature mastered itself. Oliver sees it instantly: those runes come from deities it’s killed.
This level 11 Níemogr can actually harvest primal rune power from its victims—pretty impressive trick! But that little talent? It’s nothing in Oliver’s eyes.
The moment it showed up, Oliver clocked its stats:
Níemogr Huo
Race: Deity
Deity Rating: 11
Attributes:
- Defense: 15,000
- Strength: 8,400
- Chaos Power: 16,300
- Soul Power: 9,200
Skills: Unknown
Possessions: Unknown
Even its best stat—defense—doesn’t hit half of Oliver’s. Every other number? Oliver’s got it beat by 10,000 to 20,000 points! This guy’s stats couldn’t take on Oliver back when he was level 10—let alone now at level 11.
"You’re strong, but next to me, you’re still nowhere close!" Oliver says softly. His massive tail whips up, lashing toward
the Níemogr like a bolt of lightning.
Boom!
A terrifying sound rips through, as if the whole chaos is shaking. The Níemogr’s dark energy orbs shatter like paper under Oliver’s colossal tail—but the force doesn’t stop there. Next to crack is the Níemogr’s body!
"No, impossible! How are you this strong? Are you really just level 11?"
It lets out a wretched scream, but the sound cuts off mid-sentence. Its body—and soul—splinters apart. In a blink, it’s reduced to a blob /
of pure chaos energy!
A level 11 Níemogr, smacked dead by one flick of Oliver’s tail. Every Níemogr freezes, stunned beyond belief at what they just saw. After a dazed moment, panic sets in. They scatter like mad, fleeing as fast as they’d swarmed in—twice as fast, even!
Oliver lets out a light huff and gives chase.
"Hahaha! Damn Níemogrs, now you see how badass my master is! You losers dared to hunt us—hunt him? Hilarious!"
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Ygg pops up, gleefully mocking the retreating swarm. It unleashes its soul army too, sending them after the fleeing Níemogrs—on Oliver’s orders, of course.
These low-level Níemogrs barely offer Oliver any energy anymore—practically useless to him. Might as well let the soul army feast and grow fast. If his minions stay too weak to be useful, what’s the point of keeping them around?
"What’s going on? Looks like a bunch of Níemogrs are coming back—did they win that fast?!"
Inside the nest, the star tree and other plants quickly pick up on the commotion.
"Doesn’t look like a win—boss won! These Níemogrs’ soul vibes are dripping with fear and panic!"
"Holy crap, is the boss’s master that good?"
"Is he actually gonna destroy this nest?"
The plants gasp, blown away.
"Don’t get too excited," the star tree warns, rustling its branches. "This guy tamed arrogant ol’ Ygg, so he’s got some chops. But don’t forget—the queen of this nest hasn’t moved yet. Can he beat a level 12 deity when he’s just level 11?"
The others nod, sobering up. Their excitement fades, replaced by cool-headed curiosity. Now they’re dying to see how Oliver’s gonna take on the Níemogr queen.
Right then, the massive nest quakes with a terrifying shudder! The ground trembles, plants and houses swaying violently—like the end of the world’s crashing down.
Then, an impossibly majestic voice booms out.
"Quiet down, all of you! It’s just one puny enemy—why are you freaking out like this?"
The voice thunders like a storm, each word a deafening crack in their ears—downright terrifying.
The star tree, starlight grass, and every Níemogr crane their necks to look. That’s when it happens—the million-kilometer nest moves, like it’s alive. Countless giant scales shift and roll.
A dragon-like head, massive beyond reason, speaks. Turns out, this sprawling nest—millions of kilometers wide—was built on the Níemogr queen’s body. Her size? Pushing 2 million kilometers! Over twice Oliver’s length!
"The whole nest… it’s moving?"
Outside, Ygg yells, floored by what it’s seeing.
"Is this the level 12 Níemogr queen?"
Oliver’s a bit stunned too, his snake eyes widening as he locks onto the enemy.
A regular level 12 Níemogr wouldn’t be this huge. But this queen? She’s different—a ruler, fed by nearly 100,000 Níemogrs under her command. She’s way stronger than your average level 12.
Oliver pulls up her stats fast:
Níemogr Queen
Race: Deity
Deity Rating: 12
Attributes:
- Defense: 45,000
- Strength: 46,400
- Chaos Power: 46,300
- Soul Power: 42,200
Skills: Unknown
Possessions: Unknown
Her stats outstrip Oliver’s in spots—by 5,000 to 10,000 points! Oliver’s only this strong thanks to the SS-tier Chaos Gem and a baptism of countless primal runes. For her to top him? Insane!
Barring the unseen fire giant Surtr, she’s the toughest foe Oliver’s faced yet. Her size alone screams it—she’s enormous. Twice his size, she’s the first to make Oliver feel outmatched in bulk. Still, who’s stronger? That’s what the fight’s gonna decide!