Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

But in the end, nothing was found.

Rune withdrew his gaze and looked back at the battlefield.

Feifei rode the large Siberian hamster Cangzhu out of the formation. He caught Cangzhu about a hundred paces away from the Greedy Demon General, flipped over and landed, and slowly drew the two jet-black greatswords from behind.

The greedy demon general grinned, a smile that appeared somewhat sinister on his handsome face.

He fell directly from the air, raising a cloud of dust the moment his feet touched the ground.

The two moved almost simultaneously.

The jet-black greatsword collided with the demon general's claws in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar. The shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, sending nearby low-level demons staggering backward.

The atmosphere on the battlefield changed accordingly.

Feifei and the Greedy Demon General's figures kept crossing over on the plain, each collision accompanied by a piercing sound of metal clashing.

It appears to be a close contest.

Rune carefully observed the battle situation.

Feifei's sword strikes were fierce, each strike carrying enough power to split rocks. The Greedy Demon General used his claws to block, occasionally dodging fatal attacks by sidestepping.

Neither side showed any obvious weakness, and the fight was back and forth.

But the speed of the greedy demon is gradually slowing down.

Clearly, the Greedy Demon General had begun to hold back, but he did it quite naturally. First, his left-wing parry was a beat too slow, and Fei Fei's sword blade grazed his side, sending sparks flying.

Then, the counterattack with the right claw went astray and was dodged by Feifei ducking.

Each mistake was within acceptable limits and didn't seem abrupt, but accumulated, the situation was tilting in Feifei's favor.

The kingdom's soldiers clearly noticed this as well.

Their morale began to rise, and their shouts became louder than before.

The lines of low-ranking demons and undead are also under pressure.

After the initial fear subsided, the kingdom's soldiers began to launch a counterattack, relying on their numerical superiority.

The soldiers' initial panic at seeing the demon was gradually replaced by the realization that "the enemy is nothing special."

Several veterans led the charge, their spears piercing the chest of a low-ranking demon. The demon swayed twice before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

More soldiers joined the counterattack. The spear phalanx advanced, the shield wall closed in, cutting the undead horde into smaller pieces and eliminating them one by one.

The howls of low-ranking demons and the cracking of undead bones mingled together, echoing across the plains.

Only a few Death Knights and Hellscythes are slightly more troublesome.

The larger monsters rampaged through the ranks, and the spears of ordinary soldiers could not cause them any harm.

But soon, the kingdom's Orichalcum and Mithril-level adventurers surrounded them. They were experienced and powerful, and they held off and separated the powerful monsters one by one, waiting for Fei Fei to finish off the Demon King before eliminating them.

The nobles watched all this from the rear, their lips curling into barely suppressed smiles.

A younger nobleman bowed toward the king, his voice full of smugness.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the attack on the capital has exhausted the demons' elite forces. This was just a desperate gamble for them."

King Lambusa III, seated on horseback, nodded in agreement.

On his aged face, the brows that had been furrowed for so long finally relaxed a little, and the worries of the past few days were somewhat alleviated by the tilting of the battle situation before him.

"what."

Marquis Borrolope snorted, a contemptuous smile appearing on his face covered with old scars.

"I knew it! With Lord Feifei here, the mere Demon King is nothing to fear."

A chorus of soft laughter erupted around them.

Unlike the optimism of the nobles, Rune, standing in the distance, had a solemn expression.

The battle between Feifei and the Greedy Demon General continues, and the Demon General's decline is becoming increasingly apparent. He is nearly struck by Feifei's greatsword several times.

Meanwhile, the ranks of low-level demons and undead are shrinking, and the number of those monsters has visibly decreased.

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.

But Rune knew this was all an illusion. To Nazarick, those low-ranking demons and undead were nothing more than cost-free cannon fodder; they wouldn't care how many died.

Nazarick has not yet shown their fangs.

An untimely commotion arose from the cavalry ranks of the Aindora territory.

Rune turned his head and saw several young cavalrymen staring longingly at the low-level demons retreating in the center of the battlefield, their eyes almost gleaming.

One of them even unconsciously placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, as if he were ready to rush out at any moment.

"Lord Aindora." The young cavalryman finally couldn't hold back any longer, spurring his horse a few steps closer, his expression filled with urgency. "Let us go! Those demons are already finished. If we don't go now, all the credit will be stolen by others."

As soon as he finished speaking, more young faces turned to look at him.

The same anxiety and longing filled their eyes, as if the demons were gold coins scattered across the battlefield, waiting to be picked up.

"Yes, sir!"

"We've been waiting for ages!"

"If we don't serve it soon, we won't even get to drink the soup!"

Rune looked at them and raised his hand to stop their idea.

The young cavalryman wanted to say something more, but the old soldier next to him nudged him with his elbow, and he obediently shut his mouth.

The budding atmosphere was extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

The young cavalrymen looked at each other, their eyes still filled with resentment, but none of them dared to utter a sound.

The clamor of the battlefield continues.

The lines of low-level demons and undead are collapsing rapidly, and the kingdom's soldiers are almost in a frenzy, tearing apart the last few flimsy defensive lines one by one.

Although the conscripted soldiers themselves received no reward, they could exchange gold coins with the king and lords by killing demons.

This results in the kingdom's soldiers having extremely high morale once the war goes well.

Behind them, a nobleman drew his sword, raised it high, and his face, flushed with excitement, beamed with an almost uncontrollable smile. "Your Majesty, victory is in sight!"

But what responded to his words was a sudden figure on the battlefield.

The figure slowly emerged from behind the scattered ranks of low-level demons, his steps elegant, like someone strolling in their own garden.

His attire was impeccable; his sharp, dark suit was tailored to fit perfectly, and his tie was tied with meticulous care.

Apart from the mask that concealed his true appearance and the tail behind him, he looked like a respectable gentleman.

Rune recognized him instantly.

Demiurge, the guardian of the seventh level of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

An eerie silence gradually settled over the battlefield.

The soldiers who were still fighting seemed to sense something, and their movements slowed down in unison.

Demiurge's gaze, hidden beneath his mask, calmly swept across the surroundings, as if confirming something.

Then he spoke, his voice carrying clearly to every corner of the battlefield as if lifted by some force.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the Demon Emperor Adabawo. Although the kingdom foolishly rejected my proposal, I still mercifully gave you hope for victory."

He possessed a condescending patience, as if explaining to a group of ants why he had appeared before them.

"However, it's time for that dream to shatter."

The Demon Emperor's tone even carried a hint of politeness, as if he were aptly introducing a topic at a party.

"Although it is only a small gift, please accept it with pleasure."

He raised his right hand with an elegant movement.

"Tenth-tier magic [Meteor Fall]"

The magic in the air began to gather above Demiurge's fingertips.

A light shone from his fingertips, starting as a faint point and then rapidly expanding into a huge circular magic circle, like a star being ignited.

Then, before anyone could react, the clouds split open from the inside.

It was a huge rock that was scorching red.

No, it was no longer just a "rock." This celestial body, far larger than a boulder, was tearing through the sky, leaving a dark red trail, like a sun falling from the heavens.

Its surface was burning, and its edges melted into flowing lava, burning the air into distorted ripples.

It landed in the center of the battlefield.

The enormous meteorite, with the speed torn apart the earth, crashed into the densest area where the kingdom's soldiers had gathered in pursuit of low-level demons.

The explosion happened in that instant.

The ground shook violently as if a shattered eardrum had been struck. Rune's warhorse let out a terrified neigh, its front hooves rearing up high. He gripped the reins tightly, barely managing to steady himself.

A blinding light surged from the direction the meteorite fell, followed closely by a shockwave that swept outwards, carrying debris and severed limbs like an invisible wall.

As the smoke and dust were gradually dispersed by the wind, everything in that area was gone.

There was only one large pit, and the soil at the bottom of the pit had been burned into dark red crystalline blocks by the high temperature. Cracks extended from the pit walls outwards like a spider web.

After the explosion, Demiurge patted his suit. Although no sand or dirt had been spilled, the impact of the collision had likely caused dust to fly over and drift towards him, giving him a slightly earthy smell, so he patted it off.

No, even if it had no taste, he would still do it. Because it was a precious gift bestowed upon him by the great one who created him.

Of course, Demiurge had many other clothes besides this suit, but that should not make him fail to appreciate them.

Thinking of the great Creator, he smiled with joy beneath the mask.

Those who were right at the point of impact have now disappeared.

Their bodies vaporized in the high temperature, leaving no corpses behind, only blurry black outlines remaining on the edge of the pit wall, like some kind of burn mark.

Those who were further away from the explosion's epicenter also perished; their bodies were torn apart by the shockwave and scattered in all directions.

Some people's mutilated limbs were stuck into the ground in the distance, swaying gently in the air.

Rune's gaze swept over the wreckage, a bitter feeling rising in his heart.