Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

The Undying King.

Hearing the familiar address again, Sebastian snapped out of his sadness.

Instead, there was endless anger.

Divanok stepped forward.

He was dressed in a dark robe, with a hood covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that emitted a ghostly light.

Those were the eyes of the undead, carrying a coldness that did not belong to the living.

As a naturally born archmage of the dead, Divanok possesses intelligence and power far exceeding that of ordinary undead.

He can launch "fireballs" in succession and possesses a variety of magic that are rare in this world.

More importantly, he voluntarily suppressed his hatred for the living and formed a cooperative relationship with humans like Gelo, solely to learn magic he did not yet know.

This level of self-control is extremely rare among the immortals.

Given enough time, given the undead's lack of lifespan limit, he might indeed grow into an being capable of destroying all life.

however

Sebastian made his move.

His body transitioned from stillness to extreme speed so quickly it was as if all the intermediate processes were omitted.

His right hand was clenched into a fist.

That was an ordinary straight punch, simply concentrating the power into a single point before throwing it out.

The moment the fist touched Divanok's head, the skull was crushed like an egg by an invisible giant hand.

The sound of bones breaking was short and crisp.

Divanok's body remained standing, but his head had been reduced to scattered fragments, leaving countless trails in the dim light.

The false life was completely annihilated by this punch.

Until the very last moment, Divanok couldn't understand what had happened.

The headless corpse swayed and then fell backward.

The magical items on his body scattered and rolled away the moment they hit the ground, making a crisp sound.

Sebastian stood there, his right fist still in the swinging position.

"There is only one person in this world who is qualified to use that title."

Sebastian's voice reached the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.

His tone was completely different from his usual calmness, carrying an undisguised contempt and disdain.

He flicked his right hand, shaking off the pieces of Divanok stuck to his glove.

"That is the most esteemed lord. You, a lowly immortal, are simply overestimating your abilities."

The entire space fell into a deathly silence.

Those six-armed members who had just looked down on this "old man" were now frozen in place.

"Blood Dance Scimitar" Edelstein's scimitar was still hovering in mid-air, but the previous ease and composure on her face were gone.

"Space Slash!" Peshlian's hand holding the sword whip trembled slightly. "Thousand Kills!" Mamvist's eyes widened, his lips quivered, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound.

Jieluo stood at the very back, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his face, which was adorned with beast tattoos.

As the strongest fighter among the eight fingers, he had seen countless powerful individuals and believed he had a clear understanding of the word "powerful".

But now, his understanding is crumbling.

He failed to see Sebastian's attack.

Not just him. No one present saw that punch clearly.

They only saw Sebastian standing there, and then Divanok's head disappeared.

The process in between seems to have been cut off from a film reel of time by someone.

This is not a battle; it is a one-sided annihilation.

Sebastian did not give them time to process this fear.

He turned and walked toward Edestrain, each step feeling as if he were stepping on the hearts of the six-armed members.

Edelweiss gritted her teeth.

Five curved swords, imbued with a "dance" effect, obeyed her will and slashed at Sebastian from different angles.

An ordinary soldier wouldn't even be able to handle two of them at the same time.

However, with her exceptionally developed brain structure, she can make each scimitar seem to be wielded by an independent warrior, launching completely different attacks.

Sebastian stepped into the area of ​​the sword barrier.

He swung his hand horizontally in a chop.

Unnecessary angle adjustments are like casually brushing aside a spider web blocking your view.

He slashed Edelstein's neck with a chop.

The sword and blade barrier collapsed in an instant.

The five curved swords, having lost their master's will, fell from mid-air and struck the stone slabs with a crisp metallic sound.

Edelweiss's head slid off her neck and rolled onto the ground.

Her body was still standing, the blood spurting from her neck drawing a dark red arc.

A very faint sound of wind breaking came from behind him.

That's Dunelong.

Widely recognized as the weakest of the six arms, nicknamed "Illusion Demon." His ability in direct combat is far inferior to the other five, but he has secured a place among the six arms thanks to his illusionary skills and sneak attacks.

From the moment Sebastian stepped into the building, Sand Dune Loon concealed his presence.

His figure became transparent, his breathing was reduced to a minimum, and his heartbeat slowed to almost stop.

He was waiting for a moment when Sebastian would focus all his attention on the others.

Sand Dune Lonte attacked Sebastian from behind, his dagger aimed straight for the back of Sebastian's neck.

A smile appeared on his face. Those warriors stronger than him had all fallen victim to this despicable sneak attack.

The dagger fell.

Two fingers firmly gripped the tip of the dagger.

Sebastian did not turn around.

Sand Dune's smile froze on his face. He tried to pull back the dagger, to disappear back into the shadows. But the dagger seemed welded to Sebastian's fingers, unmoving.

Sebastian didn't even turn around.

He simply waved his other hand casually behind him.

The force of the punch swept past.

Sand Dune's head, along with the frozen smile on his face, turned into scattered blood mist.

The headless corpse swayed for a moment, still in the position of thrusting the dagger, before collapsing limply to the ground.

Sebastian didn't even glance at him from beginning to end.

Sebastian's gaze swept over the remaining few people.

Peshlian still held the sword whip that was said to be able to "cut through space".

If Sebastian hadn't turned his anger towards the "Undead King" Devannok and unleashed his sword whip, Peslian wouldn't even have been able to wield a weapon.

His lips were trembling, and his legs, encased in full armor, seemed nailed to the ground.

He wanted to wield his sword and do what any warrior should do at that moment.

But Sebastian's fist had already landed.

Peshrian's head exploded under his swung fist. Blood and shards flew everywhere, leaving a dark red stain on the wall.

The headless body swayed for a moment, then collapsed to the ground with a thud. The sword whip slipped from his loosened fingers and struck the stone floor with a crisp metallic sound.

Malmvist gritted his teeth and thrust out his prized "Rose Thorn".

That was the strongest thrust in the capital, imbued with martial arts techniques, and the tip of the sword was coated with a deadly poison capable of killing with a single blow.

Sebastian didn't dodge, nor did he even raise his hand to block. His fist went straight through the trajectory of the thrust, blowing Mamvist's head off along with it.

"Rose Thorn" fell from its owner's loosened hand.

Jieluo turned and ran.

Facing Sebastian, he even lost the courage to make a move.

Sebastian glanced at him.

With a single step, his fist struck Jieluo in the back.

Jieluo's body flew out like a puppet with its strings cut, crashed into the wall, and then slid to the ground.

An expression of disbelief froze on the face tattooed with wild animal patterns.

Kekedaoer also wanted to run away.

His slender figure had just turned the corner of the corridor when Sebastian's fist caught up with him.

After a dull thud, all fell silent.

Sebastian stood amidst the wreckage and blew a breath into his palm.

Although the protection of the [Steel Skin] prevented him from suffering even the slightest scratch, the feeling of touching these inferior beings still made him somewhat unpleasant.

Since we've already obtained Mr. Rune's permission, and there's no need to gather intelligence, killing him directly won't hurt.

The entire space fell completely silent.

Chapter 11 Slaughtering the Lizardmen