Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

He stood about three steps behind Ainz, his gaze behind his glasses scanning back and forth between Ainz's back and the Dragon Fang Clan in the distance.

A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealed a knowing smile.

Sure enough.

Only the white lizardman from the red-eyed tribe received special treatment.

Lord Ainz also refused to surrender to the Dragon Fang Clan member before him.

This precisely proves Demiurge's previous deduction that Lord Ainz had special feelings for that white lizardman.

Lord Ainz's behavior pattern has always been consistent; it's just that his subordinates are too dull to see through the deeper meaning behind it.

Lord Ainz is indeed unfathomable.

"Lord Ainz."

Albedo's slightly hesitant voice came from behind.

"I still believe that it is too risky for you to personally activate the transcendental magic."

She paused, her gaze involuntarily sweeping across the surrounding tree lines. From those dark green shadows, it seemed as if some unknown threat might leap out at any moment.

"Although the probability is very low, what if the dragon lurking in the shadows takes the opportunity to launch a sneak attack..."

Casting a super-tier spell takes time, during which the caster's defensive capabilities will be greatly reduced.

If the dragon that controls Shalltear is indeed hiding nearby, this will be the perfect opportunity for it to strike.

Cocytus also took a step forward. His four arms hung down at the same time, his razor-sharp fingertips gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Lord Ainz, Albedo's concerns are not without merit." His voice was deep, carrying the buzzing sound of insects. "I also believe that the risk of you personally taking action is too great. Perhaps it would be better for me to lead the undead legion."

"No need."

Ainz raised his hand, interrupting Cocytus. His voice carried an undeniable authority.

"This is a duty that must be fulfilled in the name of Ainz Ooal Gown."

Albedo's eyes widened slightly, and the worry in her golden vertical pupils was gradually replaced by a more complex light.

"Yes, Lord Ainz."

Ainz took a step forward.

He raised his hand, and magic began to gather around him. The air seemed to be stirred by something, and began to emit a faint hum.

A huge, dome-shaped three-dimensional magic circle unfolded, centered on Ainz, within an area of ​​about ten meters in radius.

The magic circle formed a perfect circle, enveloping Ainz within it.

The array is composed of countless layers of translucent light curtains, each of which rotates slowly at a different speed, and when they intersect, they make a sound like glass gently colliding.

If you use a paid item, you can immediately activate a super-tier magic, but Ainz didn't do that.

'So the dragon really isn't here?'

Ainz thought to himself.

'We haven't received any requests for help from Antmar, who's part of the guild. That guy's being way too cautious.'

Ainz sighed softly to himself.

But it doesn't matter, at least this time a large number of lizardmen have been converted into free labor, which can bring a lot of resources to Nazarick.

Although this supplement is just a drop in the ocean compared to the huge gap, it's better than nothing.

Chapter 15 Xiao Di's Surprise

The lizardmen of the Dragontooth Clan were stunned into silence when they saw this divine spellcasting.

They had never seen anything like it before; even the most powerful priest in their tribe had a magic circle that was only about half the size of a lizardman.

The magical fluctuations, which seemed to cause even the air to tremble, were far beyond their comprehension.

Some of the lizardmen dropped their stone axes to the ground without even realizing it.

Many more lizardmen simply stood still, their pupils reflecting the ever-brightening white magic circle, forgetting even to run away.

Only the clan leader, Ren Beiergugu, rushed over.

The huge feet stomped on the wet ground, splashing up large amounts of mud and water with each step.

He was going to rush into the magic circle and interrupt the skeleton's spellcasting.

Even if it meant sacrificing his own life, Ren Beiergugu would not give up as long as there was even a one in ten thousand chance.

Demiurge stood still, without even changing his posture.

He pushed up his glasses and softly uttered two words: "Go back."

Ren Beier's body suddenly stiffened.

His legs were still moving forward, but in the completely opposite direction.

He turned around and began sprinting back the way he came at the exact same speed.

They didn't even have a chance to touch Ainz.

Ren Beier returned to the front of the Dragon Tooth Clan's ranks, his massive right arm hanging limply at his side.

He looked up at the ever-brightening white magic circle, his eyes finally filled with pure despair.

The light from the magic circle reached its peak.

[Falling from the sky]

The moment the super-level magic was activated, all sound disappeared.

As if the sun were rising from the earth, the entire field of vision was turned white.

Light surged from the center of the magic circle, spreading outwards from Ainz, and everything in its path lost its original color and outline.

The heat generated by the ultra-high heat source expands instantly, greedily burning everything within its effective range to ashes.

The dragon-toothed lizardmen didn't even have time to scream.

Ren Beiergugu, who was in the very front row, turned into a white silhouette the moment the light touched him, disappearing without a trace as if erased.

The lizardmen in the back row also vanished into nothingness, completely annihilated in that pure white light.

This decisive moment probably only lasted for five seconds, but it felt like it lasted for dozens of times longer.

As the white light finally began to fade, a strange buzzing sound lingered in the air, as if the world itself was reacting to the force that had just been there.

The rising air currents generated by the heat swirled up the ash, creating several small vortices in the air.

As the extremely high heat source rapidly receded, a large circle appeared before my eyes, with completely different scenery inside and out.

Outside the effective range, it was not affected in any way.

The surface of the wetland still shimmered, while the area within the circle turned charred black, transforming into a vast, astonishing expanse of death.

Under the astonishing heat, all the surrounding plants were burned to ashes.

The once lush reeds and aquatic plants have now lost their roots and stems, leaving only flat, black, scorched earth.

In the scorched earth, there are several crystallized areas that are still emitting smoke.

It is a glassy substance formed when the sand in the wetland melts under extremely high temperatures and then re-solidifies.

The lizardmen of the Dragontooth tribe didn't even leave behind any corpses.

Hundreds of lizardmen, their scales, bones, and flesh were completely vaporized by the impact of that extremely high heat.

They were completely erased as if they had never existed.

This was also part of the plan.

Ainz stared at the charred circular area in front of him and tapped his jaw lightly with his knuckles.

It's a pity that we were short of some materials.

If all the hundreds of lizardman corpses were transformed into immortals, they would form a considerable workforce.

but.

The name of this tribe is so dangerous.

"Dragon Tooth Clan"—who can guarantee that this tribe has absolutely no connection to dragons?

It's better to eliminate them completely.

Ainz strode toward the ranks of the undead legion.

Albedo stepped forward, her golden vertical pupils scrutinizing Ainz carefully. Only after confirming that Ainz was unharmed did she breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Lord Ainz, you've worked hard."

“Hmm.” Ainz nodded, his gaze sweeping over the Guardians present. “Let’s call it a day. There’s no point in staying here any longer.”

"As ordered."

Demiurge adjusted his glasses, his elegant smile never fading.

He turned around and began directing the undead legion to adjust their formation, preparing to evacuate the wetlands.

Yau rode Fenrir at the rear of the group, making a final check on the messages from his companions in the surrounding forest.

everything is normal.

The dragon never appeared from beginning to end.

Inside the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Ainz pushed open the door to his room, and the magic lamp automatically turned on, casting a soft light on the dark stone walls and illuminating the intricate reliefs.

He walked to the bedside and sat down.

Although becoming an immortal means no longer needing sleep, the weariness that surges from the depths of one's soul still arrives as expected when faced with complex matters.

"Ugh, I'm so tired."

Ainz sighed silently to himself.