Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 114 [Word Power? Dream Eater]

【Word of Power: Moment】!

This is the Word of Power that Leylin bestowed upon Number 5. In the world of dragons, the effect of this Word of Power is to increase speed.

From the lowest level one to the highest level nine, the speed levels increase progressively, and the rate of increase varies from person to person; some can reach the speed of sound, while others can reach supersonic speed.

Number 5 is currently moving faster than the wind and faster than sound.

When we got close enough to Benjer, we couldn't see him anymore.

He only saw a golden streak of light suddenly appear in front of him, followed by countless flashes of sword light.

The blades rained down like a storm, dense and layered, slashing at him from all directions.

Every strike was precise, every strike was ruthless, every strike avoided his two heads. This was Leylin's order: capture him alive, don't destroy the most important parts.

But the other parts weren't so lucky.

All six arms were severed in a single second.

The upper torso was cut into more than a dozen pieces.

His lower body, which was originally lying on the ground, was also stabbed several times and shattered into a small pile of bone fragments.

Ding-dong~

A crisp sound.

The knife that was stuck in Benjer's chest finally fell to the ground.

It lay amidst a pile of broken bones and flesh, the cold light on the blade still gleaming eerily, as if mocking something.

Benjeri's two heads floated in mid-air, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickering violently, like two candles blown about by the wind.

What just happened?

They didn't see it at all.

All he knew was that a flash of golden light, and then his body shattered.

Now all that's left are two heads and a jumbled mess of consciousness, desperately trying to understand their current situation.

Good news: That damn knife has finally fallen.

Bad news: I'm gone.

Benjeri's two heads stared at each other—literally, staring at each other, because the two heads were now floating half a meter apart, and could see the two terrified soul fires in each other's eye sockets.

"What do we do?" the head on the left asked.

"Run!" the head on the right answered.

"How do we run?"

"Split up and run away!"

"Yes! We'll split up and run! He's only one person; if we split up, one of us will surely escape!"

The two heads reached a consensus instantly.

【flight】!

With the aid of flight magic—no, it was on their heads—both heads simultaneously shot into the sky, flying in opposite directions.

Then, it stopped.

It wasn't that they wanted to stop; something was holding them back.

Both heads simultaneously felt an invisible hand gripping them tightly like an iron clamp; the feeling of being grabbed was so clear that they were powerless to resist.

Before they could struggle, a pair of dark golden pupils lit up in the air.

Right in front of them.

Very close, extremely close, close enough to see the golden flames burning in those pupils, close enough to feel the immense spiritual power behind those eyes.

Benjer's spiritual fire, the spiritual fire in both of his heads, was simultaneously plunged into a moment of blankness.

Another one—another gray-robed, golden-eyed monster?

How many of them are there exactly?

Before his shock could translate into action, his eyes suddenly brightened even more.

【Word Spirit - Dream Eater】.

This is another Word of Power from the Dragon Clan world. Its effect is mental interference, which can create incredibly realistic illusions, like having a nightmare. If you die in the nightmare, you will also die in reality.

However, as a hypnotic word, it can also be used to read memories, implant thoughts, and hypnotize.

A powerful spiritual force surged into the eye sockets of Benjeri's two heads like a tide, flowing into the depths of the two flickering soul flames.

"ah--!!!"

Both heads emitted a piercing scream at the same time.

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the soul; it was sharp, piercing, and full of pain.

The soul fire was violently crackling.

Like a flickering candle in the wind, like a lone lamp in a downpour, it struggled desperately to maintain its sliver of light, but the external spiritual force was simply too strong, too strong to resist.

Swaying, weakening, shrinking.

Finally, it was quiet.

The soul flames on the two heads stopped flickering and instead transformed into a stable, soft, eerie green light.

Ben Jerry is now hypnotized and has completely lost the ability to resist.

At this moment, the owner of those golden eyes slowly revealed himself.

Both wore grey robes, both wore pure white masks, and both had exposed dark gold pupils.

His number is "2".

He stood side by side with Number 5, looking down at the two heads he was holding in his hands. Now, the eyes of both heads were empty, and the soul fire burned quietly, motionless.

Number 5 scratched his head, looking a little annoyed.

I thought I could easily take care of this guy, but after struggling for half a level, cutting him in half didn't work, and chopping him up didn't completely solve the problem either. In the end, I had to have number 2 finish him off.

He picked up the Spider Cutter that had fallen to the ground, wiped the dust off the blade with his sleeve, and then put it away.

Oh well, as long as the task is completed, that's fine.

Beside him, Grote stood atop the ruins the entire time, without moving an inch.

He just watched the play.

From the moment Benjer released the Chain Dragon Lightning, to when he dodged it with dimensional teleportation, to when Number 5 suddenly appeared and shattered the protective shield with a single strike, to when Number 5 instantly chopped Benjer into pieces, and then to when Number 2 appeared and hypnotized the two heads with the Baku.

He just stood there watching the whole time, without doing anything.

Grote floated over, looked down at the two hypnotized heads, then at Number 2 and Number 5, and the soul fire in his eye sockets flickered.

He silently admired them, thinking, "They are indeed powerful warriors under the master's command. One is responsible for killing, and the other for controlling. Their teamwork is so perfect."

"First, Master No. 5 launched a frontal assault, bringing the opponent to the brink of collapse. Then, Master No. 2 secretly observed and waited for the right moment to strike and defeat the enemy. One acted as the hammer and the other as the chopping block. The coordination and tacit understanding between them were simply flawless."

Grote became more and more impressed.

What he didn't know—of course he didn't know—was that the two of them hadn't discussed any cooperation at all.

Number 5 charged straight in, while Number 2 only intervened after seeing that Number 5 hadn't managed to completely finish the job. As for teamwork, the only thing they did was "You do your thing, I'll watch, and if you can't handle it, I'll clean up the mess."

It's that simple.

But Grote didn't know that, so he continued to sigh silently in his heart. After he finished sighing, he floated forward and said to Number 2 and Number 5, "My lords, now that the mission is complete, let's go back and report to our master."

Number 2 nodded, and Number 5 nodded as well.

Number 2 carried the two heads, while Number 5 was a little annoyed. Then he collected all the remaining bone fragments and put them into the gray robe's pocket.

They looked around to make sure nothing was missed.

Then, the figures of the three people began to fade at the same time.

Like melting snow, like a faded painting, it disappears into the air little by little.

The dead city fell silent once more.

Only deep knife marks remained on the square, a reminder of what had just happened.

The wind blew across the ruins, swirling up a few withered leaves, making a mournful sound, as if singing a dirge that no one could understand.