Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 183 discusses the possibility of 100 true dragon kings blocking the door.

the other side.

Outside the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

The night is deep, and the moon is full.

The silvery moonlight spilled across the vast grassland, illuminating the enormous figures that lurked around Nazarick—one, two, ten, fifty, a hundred.

Dragon.

A gigantic dragon that blots out the sky.

They either crouch on the ground, hover in the air, or stand quietly on the hills.

The scales gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight. When the dragon's wings were folded, they resembled enormous shields; when unfolded, they could cover half the sky. From a distance, the Great Tomb of Nazarick looked as if it were surrounded by a hundred living fortresses.

Dragon shadows were visible in every direction, both in the sky and on the ground.

The leading dragon was the most eye-catching; its scales gleamed like platinum in the moonlight, each one like meticulously polished metal. It half-closed its eyes, seemingly not very interested in tonight's mission.

[Platinum Dragon King].

A gigantic, jet-black dragon approached and asked in a low voice, "What are we doing here in the middle of the night, blocking a player's door?"

Platinum Dragon King didn't even lift his eyelids: "My master's order is to block this guild called [Ainz Ooal Gown] and prevent them from leaving the premises."

"Just block the door? Not going in?"

"I'm not going in."

"What if they come out on their own?"

"The master means to prevent them from moving around," the Platinum Dragon King paused, "and block them if they come out."

Black Dragon remained silent for a while, seemingly processing the order.

"What does Master mean by this?"

The Platinum Dragon King finally opened his eyes, glanced at it, and said, "How would I know what my master means? Just do as he says."

Black Dragon wisely shut up.

The other dragons, who had originally wanted to ask something, swallowed their words upon hearing this. They understood that their master's orders were simply to be followed and did not require understanding.

What they didn't know was that if they asked Leylin, he would probably say, "I just wanted to verify whether Maruyama Kin's statement was correct."

This means: By combining all the power of another world, we can block the gate of the Great Tomb.

Now, Leylin can indeed integrate the power of the entire world, but this power is more than ten thousand times stronger than that of the other timeline. Using it all to block the door is too much of a bully.

One hundred true dragon kings, just right.

As for where these one hundred true dragon kings came from?

The Eight Desire Kings altered the rules of the world, preventing the True Dragon King from appearing naturally.

But rules are things that can be changed once and then changed again.

Two hundred years ago, Leylin found a special world-class item, the [Five Elements Mutual Restraint], one of the twenty, which has the ability to modify the magic system.

He used this tool to fine-tune the world's rules, allowing primordial magic and rank magic to coexist and operate simultaneously.

Then, the true dragon king would have the possibility of reappearing.

Of these one hundred items, the vast majority were slowly cultivated by Leylin using resources from the nine worlds of the game world.

Each one has reached level 100, and even the Platinum Dragon King and those few native true dragon kings have been cultivated to this level by him.

In addition to the battles and cooperation they've had in the game world for the past two hundred years, the strength of these true dragon kings far surpasses that of their kin on another timeline.

The Platinum Dragon King himself remarked that he could now defeat ten versions of himself from two hundred years ago.

But he thought about something else more often.

Even at the height of the dragon race's power, there were never more than a hundred true dragon kings. In terms of quantity, they surpassed the peak, and in terms of quality, they also surpassed the peak.

But in terms of status, it's gone forever.

Now, humans are the masters of this world, and dragons are merely their masters' subordinates.

Sometimes, the Platinum Dragon King didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The dragon race had become stronger, but they were no longer his masters. But then he thought about it and realized that the two hundred years he had spent with that person hadn't been so bad.

But despite the感慨 (feelings of deep emotion), the gates that need to be guarded still need to be guarded.

He snapped out of his reverie and his gaze returned to the enormous tomb rising from the ground in front of him.

Nazarick.

Tonight, the master suddenly sent a message saying that another group of players was coming and that he should bring ninety-nine True Dragon Kings to block the door.

It's not about killing, it's not about arresting, it's about blocking.

The Platinum Dragon King pondered for a long time, looking at the ambiguous smile on his master's face, and suddenly realized something.

The owner just wants to play.

Let's play with this new player.

The Platinum Dragon King sighed, accepted the order, and set off.

He led ninety-nine true dragon kings and searched the grassland for a while, and soon found his target.

That enormous underground tomb stood alone on the grassland, radiating a strong aura of negative energy.

The Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Then, he met the dragonman who came out of the door.

The dragon man asked him who he was and what he was doing there. The Platinum Dragon King did not answer, but only said, "Let your true master come out and speak."

The dragon-man remained silent for a moment, then turned and went back.

The Platinum Dragon King, accompanied by ninety-nine dragons, waited outside.

The black dragon king next to him leaned closer again: "How do you know that wasn't a player?"

Platinum Dragon King was too lazy to explain, but he still said, "Players don't wear that."

This is based on experience.

When it comes to clothing, players value individuality; the weirder and more outrageous the better. If someone can pile together a dozen completely mismatched pieces of equipment and still think it looks good, they're most likely a player.

NPCs are different; their clothing and appearance are always proper, befitting their status and temperament.

Of course, there are exceptions; some players dress very formally and look like NPCs.

However, there is one ironclad rule: NPCs dare not impersonate players. This is a rule ingrained in their very being, and even if they become real people, they cannot change it. With a little probing, one can easily tell the difference.

Moreover, his master had already informed him of the information before he set off: the master of Nazarick was a skeletal undead.

Just then.

The Platinum Dragon King felt something fall on him.

It wasn't the wind, nor the moonlight, but an invisible, subtle sense of being watched, as if someone was observing him from the shadows.

Detect magic.

Ranked magic, not primordial magic.

The Platinum Dragon King's lips curled slightly. He could have used a shielding primordial magic to directly deflect the spying, as primordial magic has higher authority than rank magic; this is a world rule.

But he didn't.

He looked in the direction of the magical fluctuation.

Despite the magic and the numerous obstacles, his own light seemed to penetrate everything, allowing him to see the being on the other side.

The Platinum Dragon King neither dodged nor shielded himself from the detection; he met the gaze head-on and spoke.

"Your Excellency is the ruler of Nazarick, the guild master of Ainz Ooal Gown, Mr. Momonga, right?"

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the other side.

The Great Tomb of Nazarick, the tenth level, the Throne Room.

[On the thrones of kings].

The flying squirrel was staring at the telescopic sight in front of it.

A few minutes ago, Sebastian returned to report that there were a hundred dragons outside, and the leader told him to come back and call his true master.

Momonga immediately realized that the other party was up to no good, so he activated a detection spell, using this intelligence-gathering tool to check the situation outside.

Then he saw it.

One hundred dragons.

They were everywhere, densely packed, covering the sky and the ground, completely surrounding Nazarick.

The flying squirrel fell silent.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest of the throne of kings, without saying a word.

The guardians nearby also saw it.

One hundred dragons, no weaker than the guardians.

This number and this strength, in the context of a game, would be equivalent to a large-scale guild war.

The flying squirrel was observing the leading dragon, its platinum scales, enormous size, and the oppressive aura that could be felt even through magical artifacts.

Then, the dragon spoke.

"Your Excellency is the ruler of Nazarick, the guild master of Ainz Ooal Gown, Mr. Momonga, right?"

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Flying Squirrel: "?"

The flying squirrel paused for a moment.

From this information, he deduced that the other party knew the guild name "Ainz Ooal Gown" in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and also knew the name of the guild leader.

Unless you're also a gamer, and a veteran player who knows their guild well, it's absolutely impossible to know so much information.

This allowed him to easily overturn some of his previous assumptions.

These dragons should be closely related to the players.

He was silent for a long time.

The guards nearby began to feel uneasy after a while.

"Lord Momonga?" Albedo called softly.

The flying squirrel snapped out of its daze.

He glanced at the hundred dragons on the other side of the mirror, then at the guardians around him who were waiting for his orders.

Then he said something that even he himself didn't quite believe: "First—observe, don't act rashly."

The guardians looked at each other in bewilderment.

Even with a hundred dragons blocking the door, Lord Momonga can still remain so calm. He truly lives up to his name.

Flying Squirrel had no idea what they were thinking. He was just wondering: who exactly is the master of these hundred dragons?