Gazef breathed hard, and stared at the giant body that passed him.
Not far from Gazef, one of the Dark Young had finally stood still as opposed to running madly.
One of its tentacles had become a blur.
A chill not born of the temperature filled his entire body. Gazef raised his sword.
And in that instant, a mysterious impact radiated out from the sword, and his body floated into the sky.
Gazef couldn’t see anything, but he guessed that he must have been slapped by the tentacle. His body was sent flying through the broad sky which stretched above him.
After sailing through the air for a surprisingly long time, Gazef’s body finally struck the earth. He rolled and rolled and rolled, but this was not the tumbling of a flung corpse. It was the deliberate movement of a human that was trying to bleed off the energy of his rotation.
Gazef slowly stood up, spurring his battered body into motion. He stared at the distant Dark Young.
One hit.
The arm that took the strike had broken. It was sheer good luck that his sword had not broken as well.
The emotion on Gazef’s face vanished.
Why, why had he been saved? Why had it not pursued him?
Because he was not worthy as its opponent, probably. That seemed like the most appropriate answer.
It could not even be considered a total defeat. In order to be defeated, he would have to have fought, and he had not even come close to putting up a fight.
Fresh blood flowed from his bitten lip.
Following that, Gazef suppressed the intense pain which filled him and charged with all his strength.
Even if he couldn’t beat his opponent, even if he could only take one more hit, even so, he still had to protect his King.
However, his footsteps, made with his full conviction and determination, faltered after several paces.
He looked at the Dark Young that had changed direction toward him —there was no mistake here— and he realized why he had managed to survive.
Upon the Dark Young, someone was seated upon what looked like a throne made of tentacles, his posture regal, like a king in governance. Of course, that face was abnormal. It was skeletal, and there was no doubt that it was an undead monster.
He was not nearly foolish enough not to recognize who that king was.
“Ainz Ooal Gown… dono. So you weren’t human after all.”
The Theocracy’s special forces. Gazef had no hope of defeating them, yet they had been easily wiped out. No human could have done that, which made this realization simple to accept.
Yes. Why had he even thought someone that powerful could have been human to begin with?
“Stronoff-sama!”
Even before he looked back, he knew who it was by the hoarseness of the voice. The familiar pair came running toward him.
“You two are fine as well.”
Climb and Brain were unhurt, and Climb hadn’t even gotten a stain on that pure white armor of his. Considering the two of them had not tried to escape at once, that was a considerable stroke of good luck.
“I’m glad you’re safe!”
“I didn’t think you would die, and turns out you didn’t. However, it’s not over yet, right?”
The two of them joined their lines of sight to where Gazef was still looking.
“That is…”
“It can only be one person, Climb-kun. The monster who rules over other monsters. That is Ainz Ooal Gown.”
“That is… that is… How shall I say this… I, I’m sorry.”
At a glance, Climb’s body was shuddering. His stiff, frozen expression betrayed the fact that he was not quaking in excitement or anticipation.
“Don’t worry, Climb-kun. This is nothing to be ashamed of. Or rather, it can’t be helped! A third person whose strength surpasses all rational sense! What has my life become ever since that day!”
Brain radiated a malevolent air as he took a stance. Gazef was surprised at his facial expression, which was casual and easy and did not suit the circumstances.
“I-I won’t run away!”
Climb and Brain stood at Gazef’s side.
Amidst flying chunks of meat, the Dark Young halted in front of Gazef.
Distant screams echoed over, and only this place was silent.
It was as though this area was no longer part of the world.
Ainz’s line of sight turned from Gazef, passed unhappily over Brain, and then halted on Climb. He shrugged, and looked back to Gazef.
“...You’re looking quite lively, Stronoff-dono.”
“I could say the same to you, Gown-dono… huhu. Would that be a problem, to say you’re lively? After all, if you stopped being a human after we parted ways back then, it would be terribly rude.”
“Hahaha. No, I have not changed recently.”
The laughing Ainz floated down from the top of the Dark Young. He must have been using some sort of magical effect, given how he slowly floated down in defiance of gravity.
Although he thought it might be that famous spell ‘Flight’, after considering the fact the Ainz Ooal Gown was a mighty magic caster, he concluded that it must be a superior version of that spell - though how superior it was, or what kind of spell it was, Gazef did not k
Gazef breathed hard, and stared at the giant body that passed him.Not far from Gazef, one of the Dark Young had finally stood still as opposed to running madly.One of its tentacles had become a blur. A chill not born of the temperature filled his entire body. Gazef raised his sword.And in that instant, a mysterious impact radiated out from the sword, and his body floated into the sky.Gazef couldn’t see anything, but he guessed that he must have been slapped by the tentacle. His body was sent flying through the broad sky which stretched above him.After sailing through the air for a surprisingly long time, Gazef’s body finally struck the earth. He rolled and rolled and rolled, but this was not the tumbling of a flung corpse. It was the deliberate movement of a human that was trying to bleed off the energy of his rotation.Gazef slowly stood up, spurring his battered body into motion. He stared at the distant Dark Young.One hit.The arm that took the strike had broken. It was sheer good luck that his sword had not broken as well.The emotion on Gazef’s face vanished.Why, why had he been saved? Why had it not pursued him?Because he was not worthy as its opponent, probably. That seemed like the most appropriate answer.It could not even be considered a total defeat. In order to be defeated, he would have to have fought, and he had not even come close to putting up a fight.Fresh blood flowed from his bitten lip.Following that, Gazef suppressed the intense pain which filled him and charged with all his strength.Even if he couldn’t beat his opponent, even if he could only take one more hit, even so, he still had to protect his King.However, his footsteps, made with his full conviction and determination, faltered after several paces.He looked at the Dark Young that had changed direction toward him —there was no mistake here— and he realized why he had managed to survive.Upon the Dark Young, someone was seated upon what looked like a throne made of tentacles, his posture regal, like a king in governance. Of course, that face was abnormal. It was skeletal, and there was no doubt that it was an undead monster.He was not nearly foolish enough not to recognize who that king was.“Ainz Ooal Gown… dono. So you weren’t human after all.”The Theocracy’s special forces. Gazef had no hope of defeating them, yet they had been easily wiped out. No human could have done that, which made this realization simple to accept.Yes. Why had he even thought someone that powerful could have been human to begin with?“Stronoff-sama!”Even before he looked back, he knew who it was by the hoarseness of the voice. The familiar pair came running toward him.“You two are fine as well.”Climb and Brain were unhurt, and Climb hadn’t even gotten a stain on that pure white armor of his. Considering the two of them had not tried to escape at once, that was a considerable stroke of good luck.“I’m glad you’re safe!”“I didn’t think you would die, and turns out you didn’t. However, it’s not over yet, right?”The two of them joined their lines of sight to where Gazef was still looking.“That is…”“It can only be one person, Climb-kun. The monster who rules over other monsters. That is Ainz Ooal Gown.”“That is… that is… How shall I say this… I, I’m sorry.”At a glance, Climb’s body was shuddering. His stiff, frozen expression betrayed the fact that he was not quaking in excitement or anticipation.“Don’t worry, Climb-kun. This is nothing to be ashamed of. Or rather, it can’t be helped! A third person whose strength surpasses all rational sense! What has my life become ever since that day!”Brain radiated a malevolent air as he took a stance. Gazef was surprised at his facial expression, which was casual and easy and did not suit the circumstances.“I-I won’t run away!”Climb and Brain stood at Gazef’s side.Amidst flying chunks of meat, the Dark Young halted in front of Gazef.Distant screams echoed over, and only this place was silent.It was as though this area was no longer part of the world.Ainz’s line of sight turned from Gazef, passed unhappily over Brain, and then halted on Climb. He shrugged, and looked back to Gazef.“...You’re looking quite lively, Stronoff-dono.”“I could say the same to you, Gown-dono… huhu. Would that be a problem, to say you’re lively? After all, if you stopped being a human after we parted ways back then, it would be terribly rude.”“Hahaha. No, I have not changed recently.”The laughing Ainz floated down from the top of the Dark Young. He must have been using some sort of magical effect, given how he slowly floated down in defiance of gravity.Although he thought it might be that famous spell ‘Flight’, after considering the fact the Ainz Ooal Gown was a mighty magic caster, he concluded that it must be a superior version of that spell - though how superior it was, or what kind of spell it was, Gazef did not k
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