Anyone who had ever seen Overlord would never forget the legendary scene unfolding before them.
Faced with the Kingdom's army of five thousand, Enri had no choice but to use the magic item Momonga had once given her—
the Goblin Horn of Summoning.
In YGGDRASIL, the "Goblin Horn" was nothing more than a cheap, low-tier item. Its effect was simple: summon a few dozen weak goblins.
And goblins themselves?
They weren't even considered cannon fodder in the game.
Naturally, that made the horn a complete joke of an item.
Back then, Momonga had given Enri two of these horns for self-defense. The few dozen goblins currently residing in Carne Village had come from the first one.
But when Enri raised the second horn to her lips—
And the call of its echoing blast rang throughout the valley—
Ren, Yuri, and Lupusregina… along with Momonga, who was observing from afar—
All froze in disbelief.
Because what answered that call…
Wasn't a handful of weak goblins.
It was an army—
Five thousand strong.
And not just ordinary goblins.
These were fully equipped troops, clad in proper gear, wielding magical equipment—some even mounted on beasts. A complete, organized military force.
"We are the Goblin Heavy Infantry under General Enri! If you think such attacks can stop us, you underestimate us gravely!"
The first to appear were ranks of heavily armored goblin infantry, clad head to toe in steel.
Then, from the right flank—
A group of goblins riding white wolves emerged.
"We are the Goblin Paladin Corps under General Enri! Our loyalty belongs wholly to our commander!"
From the left came another cavalry unit, mounted on black wolves.
"Goblin Beast Cavalry, reporting for duty under General Enri!"
Behind the heavy infantry, two structured formations advanced in unison—
The Goblin Longbow Corps and the Goblin Magic Support Division.
The archers specialized in long-range physical strikes.
The magic unit provided ranged magical bombardment—
And beyond that, they could cast buffs, debuffs, and even healing spells.
And just when the Kingdom's prince thought he might still escape—
A shadowy presence appeared behind his forces.
A group of goblins clad in ninja-like attire silently emerged.
"Goblin Assassination Unit, under General Enri… We who dwell in the shadows reveal ourselves—for the final time."
And finally—
Among the most famous of goblin elites—
The Redcap Goblins.
Despite their name, these goblins were said to be around level forty.
Each one was a monster in its own right.
And among them—
Thirteen stood at the pinnacle, forming Enri's personal Goblin Royal Guard.
To put that into perspective—
A human who reached level thirty had already stepped into the realm of heroes.
The Kingdom's strongest warrior captain stood at roughly level thirty-five.
Which meant—
Each Redcap Goblin was at least equal to—if not stronger than—that legendary warrior.
And Enri had thirteen of them.
Thirteen beings equivalent to the Kingdom's strongest champion.
An army of five thousand—
Fully equipped.
Perfectly organized.
Overflowing with elite-level combat power.
At this point, defending a mere village was trivial.
They could easily conquer a small nation.
"…Incredible…" Lupusregina's eyes sparkled, her expression a mix of awe and excitement. "Was all of this… part of Ren-sama and Ainz-sama's plan from the very beginning?"
In her mind, Enri's ability to summon such a force could only be explained as something foreseen by the Supreme Beings.
The Goblin Horn may have been a trash-tier item—
But under the right conditions, it could produce miraculous results.
First, the user needed a high level of affinity with goblins.
Second, they had to possess the reputation of a "general" among them.
Third, it had to be used during a real battlefield scenario—with the user acting as the commanding leader.
Each condition on its own was already difficult.
Together, they were absurdly strict.
And yet—
Enri had fulfilled every single one.
Ren, for his part, had long suspected that Enri's "Luck" stat must be off the charts—probably EX rank.
While others constantly risked stepping on landmines around Momonga—
Enri, somehow, always managed to strike straight at the softest, most favorable outcomes for Nazarick.
"Lupusregina, go handle cleanup," Ren said casually, turning away. "That goblin tactician's got a bit too much brains—he deliberately let the Kingdom's prince slip away."
"As for me…"
He glanced toward the distant horizon.
"It's about time I head to the main stage."
The battle at Carne Village had been nothing more than a side event.
Back when he first watched Overlord, this very scene had gotten his blood pumping—that was the only reason he'd come here in person.
Meanwhile—
On the plains outside E-Rantel—
The Empire and the Kingdom had already finished deploying their forces.
The air was thick with tension, both sides poised for war.
On the Empire's side, Ren Kuroda stood at the head of the army as its commanding general.
At his side were Yuri Alpha—
And Remedios, along with her fellow paladins.
Yes—
In the end, Remedios had chosen to remain with the Empire rather than seek out the mysterious adventurer known as "Jet-Black Fubuki."
The reason was simple.
Compared to an unseen legend—
She trusted the strength of Ren Kuroda, whom she had faced with her own blade.
And in order to secure his full support for the Holy Kingdom later, she and her fellow paladins had agreed to assist the Empire in defeating the Kingdom here and now.
Of course—
There was another reason as well.
She wanted to see it for herself—
What kind of power the so-called Sorcerer Kingdom truly possessed.
What kind of force could make the Empire choose it over aiding the Holy Kingdom.
Momonga's entrance this time lacked the dramatic flair of his appearance in the Lizardman territories—
But the sight of nearly a thousand Death Knights, arranged in formation across multiple ranks, was more than enough to make the Empire's soldiers—and even Remedios's paladins—tremble.
On the Kingdom's side, their army numbered in the hundreds of thousands—far outmatching the Empire in sheer numbers.
At first, their confidence had been unshakable.
But the moment they saw the endless ranks of Death Knights—
That confidence began to crumble.
To face such monsters…
Even sacrificing hundreds—no, thousands—of lives might not be enough to bring down a single one.
What they didn't know—
Was that since their creation, Death Knights had rarely been used in actual combat.
More often than not, they served as part of Momonga's grand entrances—
Intimidation tools, nothing more.
Against an army of this scale, he had no intention of relying on them.
It would simply be too slow.
In terms of individual combat strength, Momonga might not rank at the very top within the Great Tomb.
But when it came to large-scale warfare—
With his overwhelming reserves of mana and devastating magic—
There was no doubt.
He stood unrivaled.