“Hey! It’s me, dumbass!”
He followed up his yell with a martial art.
First, he used ‘Limit Breaker’. There would be a price to pay, but it increased the amount of martial arts he could activate at the same time. Next was the technique which made his body feel like something was being broken inside it, ‘Dull Pain’. After that was ‘Physical Boost’, ‘Iron Fist’ and the augmented ‘Twin Blade Strike’.
His greatest attack was born from these.
His twin swords glowed.
Hekkeran was counting on the fact that Ainz would be used to his sword attacks from their earlier exchange, so the sudden change in speed would confuse his senses and make it harder to evade. It was the foreshadowing of a strike which would end the battle in a single blow.
Ainz did not react to it.
Got him!
Just as he imagined his swords slicing into the defenseless skull, the sensation which travelled up his hands was definitely not the feeling of steel cutting into bone.
Slashing immunity?!
He had had similar experiences during his adventures as a worker.
He’s immune to both slashing and piercing attacks? What kind of monster is he?!
As Hekkeran tried to retreat in a panic, he felt an icy-cold sensation enveloping his forehead. It was Ainz’s hand. Hekkeran felt like he had been clamped in a vise, wanting to escape yet unable to move.
“Hekkeran!”
“Imina! He’s immune to slashing!”
Hekkeran tried to shrug off the intense pain and report what he had learned to his colleagues. While he was grasped by the head, he felt his entire body being lifted up. Although he hammered the hilts of his swords into Ainz’s arm, the grip on his head showed no signs of loosening.
“Wrong. It doesn’t matter if you use piercing, slashing or bludgeoning—none of the weak attacks you can muster can do so much as put a scratch on me.”
“…That… what? The hell, what kind of con game are you running? That’s not fair!”
“He’s lying! Imina, if that were true, there would be no reason to fight at all. He must have some kind of weakness!”
“—I won’t fall for it!”