Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 141 The Dark Hero, Defeated

A clash of forces.

Violent tremors erupted simultaneously from both sides.

Most of the warriors in the stands clutched their ears in pain as the blades clashed. The thick clouds surrounding the floating arena also churned violently!
So strong!

Ainz gripped the greatsword in his hand, feeling the intense impact and power. Even though it had granted him a powerful buff equivalent to at least fifteen biological levels, his strength was still only roughly equal to his opponent's!
Is he a magic swordsman?
No, impossible. There has never been a magic swordsman who only knows basic attacks. In Yggdrasil, to acquire a feat that can surpass level 15 basic stats, one must have at least two high-level combat classes. And even the most well-constructed high-level player can never acquire more than three high-level classes!

It's not Yugutrasil's specialty.

So……

—Martial arts?
Ainz's body twisted backward, the spell granting it superhuman speed and agility. Each of its movements was accompanied by a small sonic boom. And a replaceable amulet was immediately activated as its hidden card.

The amulet's name is the Sorcerer's Authority. It can be filled with multiple spells below the seventh rank and released continuously based on the pre-filled massive amount of magic power. Ainz used to enjoy using it before reaching level seventy, and if nothing major changes in the future, he even plans to use the amulet's name to establish a fake kingdom. That kingdom would be the Sorcerer's Kingdom.

And now-

--release.

The seventh rank, Chain Dragon Lightning. It is released forward, relying on the blade.

What was undoubtedly a pale, spiderweb-like mass of lightning instantly became a massive barrier filled with destructive power. However, in the next instant, its opponent easily crossed it.

It wasn't teleportation, but simply relying on his own two feet. The naturally existing flight enhancement magic allowed him to easily leave the ground, and even without setting foot on the surface, he could still move with incredible speed.

The storm was at his feet.

And this storm crossed the wall of lightning.

—Not using magic? Why?
Perhaps it was too late. The natives' spellcasting speed was always slow, sometimes even requiring a short cast time. But it's also very possible that this was the price he paid for acquiring this powerful melee ability.

—Could it be that he was a warrior from the very beginning, and only gained the power to cast spells by relying on tools?

The spies from the Great Tomb of Nazarick informed Ainz that when Dust was casting spells, a crystal orb would always float above his head. However, now, the orb was not floating above Dust's head, and he wasn't even holding a staff.

The intelligence has become chaotic.

This was quite unsettling for Ainz, who was adept at rematches and accustomed to gathering ample intelligence before each battle. And in that brief moment of thought, the Regent, wielding both swords simultaneously, once again closed in on Fei Fei's location.

The giant sword danced.

Greatswords clashed together.

The Regent's twin swords undoubtedly shimmered with the pure glow of a high-level enchanted weapon. This allowed these two swords, which were no more than relics, to continuously clash with Ainz's heavy greatsword.

A series of sparks erupted. With just a swing of the sword, a blazing storm of fire burst forth within a three-foot radius. At that moment, most of the audience could only see two rapidly intertwining lights and shadows, while those with slightly better eyesight stared wide-eyed, their jaws nearly dropping to the floor.

This is not a battlefield they can set foot on.

Even a mere approach would result in instantaneous severe injury and death for them in this battle. The two deviant members of the Theocracy trembled, their eyes gleaming with delight. As key members of the Dark Scripture, they knew some secrets. And the combat power of these two powerful figures before them already surpassed that of the Awakened God Captain, whose codename was 'Dark Scripture'!

'Boom—' Another collision, a sudden, tangible sonic boom. The magic's authority was activated once more, this time as a dark green light.

Sixth-tier magic, Disintegration.

The ray was, as expected, so fast that there was no way to dodge it. However, when this disintegration spell, fired from the blade, touched the Regent's body, it dissolved into the otherwise ordinary orogen armor!

Ainz's eyes widened in disbelief—if only his eyelids could still hold them open. He was certain that the orogenic armor was nothing more than a rather pretty decoration. Yet this decoration had successfully blocked the Enhanced Disintegration spell that had been imbued within it.

No, it wasn't that. It was something else, something unfamiliar to it. Supernatural Intuition and True Luck granted it the fortune and perception to capture crucial details. And it clearly saw a faint ripple form form on that unremarkable armor the instant the disintegration spell touched it.

Strange ripples, a taste that is both unfamiliar and familiar.

Ainz, a high-ranking legendary lich, had used many kinds of magic, and he vaguely remembered a super-rank magic called "Wishing Upon a Star," which had a similar feeling to this strange magic.

But how is that possible?

Moreover, this power, which is similar to a prayer, is far too weak compared to super-level magic.

Is this also a type of martial arts technique?

—Dasser…you really are a genius!

The feeling of admiration deepened, yet beneath this sentiment, a sense of apprehension gradually surfaced. Ainz was well aware of his own leadership abilities. And truly capable and powerful individuals rarely submit to others.

So, perhaps I should... 'Clang—!' Another collision.

The two fought and retreated, tearing the vast arena to shreds like rolling beasts. Yet, even so, their battle remained disciplined. To this moment, neither had crossed the arena's boundaries or allowed the escalating chaos to spill into the stands.

"Your martial arts are quite good, Regent of the Holy Kingdom." Ainz's voice echoed through the arena through the sword curtain. "But that alone is not enough to defeat me."

This was a test; it was eager to prove its guess was correct. A slight sense of apprehension had already unsettled it, and it wanted to prove that everything was still under its control.

However, the next moment—its still heart almost started pounding violently!
"What has caused this illusion..." The Regent's whisper filled the heavens and the earth. It seemed to be more than just one person's voice; it was the collective cry of thousands.

"...made you think I used martial arts?"

The air suddenly froze.

The Regent's whispers, at this moment, not only filled the arena, but also, through the mirror-like light screen, reached every inch of the Holy Kingdom. Something vast and solemn, invisible, suddenly descended. Although Dust in Ainz's eyes still maintained its old life force, its threat level increased dramatically at this moment!

Prayers.

It's like someone cast a "wish upon a star"! But clearly, on this land, no one, including Ainz himself, is qualified to cast this super-tier magic. Even Ainz himself needs to rely on precious pay-to-win items to be able to cast it a limited number of times!

Oh no!

Clang—!! The swords clashed for who knows how many times.

This time, however, the power erupting from the Regent's greatsword was many times greater than before. With a single strike, Ainz could no longer grip the hilt. At the same instant, another narrow, pale gold sword, glowing with emerald light, slashed down!

It was too late to dodge.

The numerous protective spells dissipated like smoke under the slash of this sword. It was as if a stone had been thrown into water; the refined 'quality' directly overwhelmed the massive 'quantity'!
--What's this?
The sword blade touched the armor.

'Clang—!!!!!!!!!!'

The armor was undamaged.

But that immense power suddenly struck Ainz—he was sent flying, armor and all. And an even more terrifying phenomenon unfolded in his mind.

Life force has been reduced. A mere one-tenth of its total HP was lost in that single attack!

A sense of crisis surged dramatically. Ainz dared to venture out with only a follower because his greatest strength lay in his status as a level 100 player, granting him a powerful level advantage over lower-level individuals. Whether it was level 32 or 72, as long as there was a ten-level difference, even if the opponent dealt 10,000 points of damage, it would likely only amount to 30 or 50 points on Ainz himself.

But now...

—A casual strike took away a tenth of my HP!? Could the opponent also be a level 100 player!? Or... even stronger!?

From confidence to bewilderment, it all happened in an instant. Even when facing Shalltear, it hadn't lost more than a tenth of its HP in a single blow. Moreover, before that, this sword had pierced through a large number of amplification spells on its body.

—We have to retreat!

Deactivating [Perfect Warrior] takes only a split second. However, in the next instant, the Regent's figure suddenly caught up with the knocked-back Ainz, followed by another strike!
"It's time to end the playtime."

The voice was languid and indifferent.

The aura was solemn and vast.

A sense of danger surged within Ainz once more. This time, his HP loss approached one-fifth of his maximum. And massive cracks appeared on his black armor!

The enhanced Jade Slash, combined with the destruction of high-level equipment, was a combination of martial arts techniques unknown to Ainz. This technique pressed the threat against its Achilles' heel—once it regained its identity as a magic caster, it would have plenty of ways to continue fighting. However, before that, its identity as an undead would be exposed to the powerful figures of the entire human kingdom and the people of the entire Holy Kingdom.

Can't do that.

Absolutely not.

Supernatural intuition and genuine luck, along with its instincts, sharply urged it forward, compelling it to use every means possible to conceal the identity of the evil one.

So now, there's only one way.

"Stop, I give up!"

'Boom—!' The pitch-black hero crashed into the very center of the arena.

The Regent's sword, now fully alert, rested on its cracked breastplate.

(End of this chapter)