Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

However, unease was evident on the faces of those inside the position.

Just now, a loud laugh came from the entrance; it was the sound of Brian Angraus going out to meet the enemy.

Brian's strength transcended that of ordinary people; he could kill an ogre with a single blow and charge into an army of goblins single-handedly. But such a man was defeated, and what that meant was clear to everyone, yet no one dared to say it aloud.

Just as the tension was building, the sound of running footsteps grew louder as they approached.

Brian dashed in from the hall entrance. The mercenary leader shouted, and cheers erupted in the hall, but Brian's expression was as if he were searching for something. The cheers slowly subsided.

Ignoring his companions' shouts, he forced his way through the barrier, rushed into the warehouse, and slammed the door shut.

Light footsteps sounded. A stranger appeared from the entrance.

There was only one person. The hunched figure appeared to be a young girl, her hands hanging limply at her sides, her head completely bowed, and her neck seemingly three times the length of a normal person's. Her smooth, long silver hair trailed on the ground, and her black dress shrouded the darkness.

No one spoke.

The head slowly began to move. On the face covered by silver hair, two red lights flickered, gradually becoming as thin as needles; the other person was smiling.

The girl quickly raised her head, revealing a beautiful face. But her features resembled those of a mask sculpted by a top-tier artist.

"Hello everyone, my name is Shalltear Bradfren. Is this the end? So, the ghost tag is ending too?"

She looked around but couldn't find her target, and her beautiful face wrinkled.

"How about we play hide-and-seek this time?"

A series of chuckles rang out, gradually growing louder.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hehe, hahaha, hahahahahaha!"

The girl slowly raised her head; her face was no longer beautiful. Her eyes were completely stained blood red, her mouth revealed countless rows of needle-like sharp teeth, her oral cavity emitted a pink glow, and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.

"Hahaha, hehe, hahahahahaha, hahaha!"

The air in the hall seemed to groan.

That is the embodiment of fear.

"Wow!"

A mercenary screamed as he pulled the trigger of his crossbow. The arrow pierced deep into Shalltear's chest.

"emission!"

At the commander's order, all the mercenaries fired simultaneously. Thirty-one of the forty arrows hit their mark, four of them piercing the head. For a human, this would be absolutely fatal.

"Defeat them..."

Someone whispered.

However, Shalltear moved. She slowly opened her arms, and the arrows that had pierced her body slowly came out, falling to the ground without even a drop of blood on them.

Shalltear grinned maliciously.

Countless crossbow bolts shot at her again, piercing her eyes, tearing through her throat, and embedding themselves in her abdomen. She, however, was merely somewhat impatient, as if she were being drenched in a light rain.

"Even though it's useless, you still try so hard..."

She took a step forward and leaped lightly over the barrier. As her high heels touched the ground, all the arrows fell from her body.

Throw a punch.

The mercenary who was hit was pierced through the body and blasted away along with the barrier.

Shalltear extended her index finger and wrote the Blood Pool skill in magical script. She activated the tenth-tier spell Internal Explosion. The bodies of the ten mercenaries expanded from within and exploded like bursting balloons.

"Haha! Fireworks! So beautiful!"

"go to hell!"

An armor-piercing sword pierced her heart from behind, twisting and turning. A broadsword severed her head in two. Three mercenaries continued to hack and slash, but Shalltear stood unmoved, her terrifying smile still on her face.

She casually pulled the broadsword from her head, and the wound healed instantly. The sword began to rust and chip. With a flick of her slender hand, three heads rolled to the ground.

"Run! Run!"

The mercenaries fled in panic. Shalltear grabbed one of them from behind and forcefully ripped off his head, causing it to crack open and his brains to spill out.

"Hahaha! What kind of face is that? Are you scared? Wait a minute, I'm a ghost!"

A mercenary tripped and tumbled to her feet, begging for mercy. Shalltear's lips curled into a cruel grin. She grabbed the man by the back with one hand and gently tossed him toward the ceiling. As he fell, she caught him tenderly.

Before them was a gaping maw, large enough to swallow a human head whole.

"Hahaha, so happy! You think you're so tough? Sticking out your tongue, lol."

"Spare me... spare my life..."

"No... because I haven't had a cigarette in a long time..."

No one knows that in YGGDRASIL, the True Ancestor is the embodiment of disaster. His mouth, gaping open to his ears, reveals two long canine teeth reaching his chin, and his red eyes glow with a blood-red light. That is the True Ancestor's true form.

Shalltear bit the mercenary's throat. The sound of blood being sucked away rang out.

She discarded the shriveled corpse, licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, and smiled broadly at the remaining mercenaries.

"There's still plenty of food."

Wailing, screams, and cries echoed through the hall.

Shalltear stood in the silent hall, the blood clot on her head swelling to be only slightly smaller than her head.

"How enjoyable!"

“You seem very happy, that’s wonderful, great master,” the vampire bride said, bowing her head.

"Time for the main course!"

Shalltear forced open the warehouse Brian had escaped into. The scent of fresh air wafted in, revealing the escape route. The human presence gradually faded away.

"Goo!"

She roared. A hole appeared behind the cargo, but less than a meter in front was blocked by sand and gravel.

They escaped.

This sentence surfaced in her blood-red thought process. Shalltear vaguely understood that part of the mission she was tasked with had failed.

Shalltear, enraged, revealed a ferocious expression.

Why don't these mere humans act according to the wishes of the Guardians of Nazarick?

"Lady Shalltear!"

"what's up?"

"Several people are coming this way."

"The remaining followers? Then let's go and meet them!"

Shalltear jumped onto the log at the entrance and looked toward her target.

Before them stood a well-organized team. Three warriors led the way, followed by a red-haired female warrior, and finally, a magic-wielding sorcerer and a priest, a total of six.

"Not bad."

"The opponent might be a vampire! Only silver or magical weapons will be effective! Retreat! Don't look her in the eyes!"

The call of a magic caster rang out. The team reacted swiftly, assuming a defensive stance. The female warrior began to draw her mithril weapon—a small, silver-plated dagger—that she had saved up to buy.

The group retreated while simultaneously holding the enemy back.

Shalltear set her sights on the team leader, but the urge to kill gradually overwhelmed her. Unable to suppress the urge to wreak havoc, her breathing became erratic.

[Anti-evil defense], [Low-level mental defense]

Two magic chanters cast defensive spells.

Such adorable resistance became the final straw, breaking Shalltear's faltering self-control.

Chapter 45 World Line Shift

Shalltear took a step forward, moving as fast as a gust of wind.

She pierced through the shield with her bare hand, shattered the armor, ignored magical defenses, and pulled the still-beating heart directly from the warrior's chest, holding it up in front of everyone.

[Creating the Immortal]

The warrior who lost his heart instantly turned into a zombie. Shalltear swallowed the heart in her hand, then pulled out a replica heart from the blood clot and threw it to the zombie, turning it into a low-ranking vampire with claws and fangs.

The priest raised the holy seal, releasing divine power, but it had no effect on Shalltear.

"Hahaha!"

A warrior's sword pierced the body of a newborn vampire, but Shalltear merely glanced at the priest with annoyance, and with a casual wave of her hand, beheaded the warrior who wielded the sword.

She leaped over the female warrior and arrived in front of the magic chanter and the priest. She grabbed the priest's hand holding the holy seal and squeezed it so hard that the bones in his hand shattered instantly.

Someone else stabbed at him from behind with all their might, but it still had no effect.

"No way...it didn't work? Isn't this a mithril weapon produced by the Aindora family?"

With a casual strike, Shalltear decapitated the magic caster.

She turned to face the female warrior, and the moment their eyes met, the other woman's eyes were filled with tears. She kept backing away and took a bottle from her pouch and threw it at her.

Shalltear brushed it aside with one hand, and the red liquid splashed onto her skin, immediately causing a slight stinging sensation.

She looked down at the smoking wound and froze.

The bottle was a common container in Nazarick. It contained low-level healing potions, which would actually harm the undead.

"Capture that woman alive!"

The vampire brides immediately pounced on her, instantly subduing the female warrior who was trying to escape.

Shalltear grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly into her demonic eyes.

"What's the deal with this bottle of medicine? Where is it located, and who got it from?"

"It was obtained from a man wearing black armor at an inn."