"He's an Undead!"
That cry, like a sledgehammer striking silence, instantly drew all eyes, like an irresistible magnet, towards Momon. Gazef's face immediately hardened, a dark cloud hanging over his features, reflecting the storm brewing within him. The eyes of the Black Scripture members and those who had just experienced the horror of the undead flickered, filled with a bewildering mix of vigilance and disbelief. The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became chilling, filled with a tension so thick, so piercing, it felt as though it could be cut with a sword.
No... When did I reveal myself? What went wrong?
Ainz Ooal Gown, in his gallant Momon persona, was startled. His skeletal brain spun rapidly, like rusty gears, searching for a flaw, but found only profound confusion. With the speed of a master deceiver, he covered his shock with a forced mask of anger. "Lord Kamot," he retorted, his baritone voice slightly trembling, a subtle attempt to convey anger, "this is no ordinary joke! Please do not slander me so easily."
Before Momon could finish his sentence, a magic circle suddenly glowed beneath his feet, emitting a dazzling light. Unexpected holy light, like a waterfall flowing against the current, gushed forth from the ground, engulfing him!
Ah!
A fierce burning sensation pierced him to the bone, tearing at his Undead soul. Though he felt no physical pain, Ainz felt the effects of that pain, an unavoidable shock, like a paralyzing electric current. He was completely unprepared and spontaneously let out a scream of agony, a heavy sound caught in his throat, an echo of suffering he shouldn't have been able to feel.
"Lord Momon!"
Narberal Gamma, standing not far away, saw the Supreme One attacked. In an instant, Narberal's rage surged, like a storm just unleashed. Her golden eyes glinted sharply, emitting flames of fury. She turned, glaring coldly at her attacker, an aura of hostility emanating from her, so dense that the air around her felt chilled.
The holy light enveloping Kael's body grew brighter, as if he was absorbing divine power. Kael's hand remained raised, his palm pointed directly at Momon, unwavering.
After that single movement, Kael raised his arm without pause and pointed to the sky!
Buzz!
An energy shield instantly opened, enclosing the entire area within a 300-meter radius, like an invisible dome. It was a war zone; no one was allowed to pass!
"Chain Dragon Lightning!"
Narberal clapped her hands, summoning the seventh-tier attack magic she had learned from Ainz. Powerful lightning crackled between her palms, slowly spreading throughout her arms, as if she controlled a terrifying storm, a lightning goddess ready to unleash calamity.
"Careful!"
"Get out of the way!"
The situation rapidly worsened, wresting control from anyone's hands. Gazef and the Black Scripture members hadn't even had time to comprehend what was happening, but the current circumstances didn't allow them to linger in confusion. Their survival instincts took over, screaming warnings.
As Narberal waved her hand, thick lightning roared in the form of dragons and serpents, shooting directly towards Kael and his followers, slicing through the air with a deafening roar that made hearts pound.
To avoid being caught in the impact, Gazef and the Captain of the Black Scripture immediately moved their subordinates out of the attack range, moving as far away as possible from the raging lightning storm.
"Tenth Tier: Embrace of the Goddess!"
The magnificent shadow of the Holy Light Goddess appeared behind Kael and his followers, emanating a deceptive aura of tranquility. As she clasped her fingers, a solid barrier was created, exuding a suppressing aura of sanctity, a sharp contrast to the dark energy Narberal had just unleashed.
The barrage of dragon thunder bombarded the barrier. No matter how strong and fierce the attack, it could not shake the goddess's protection in the slightest. Its power slowly drained, weakened, until it finally vanished, like a ripple in a calm pond, leaving no trace.
When the lightning disappeared, the counterattack immediately came, swift and deadly!
Tenth Tier: Holy Cross of Judgment!
The ground behind Narberal cracked rapidly, and a giant cross of light emerged from within the earth, like a tower of suffering. An irresistible controlling force pulled her towards the cross, as if threads of fate entangled her. Like a tormented Jesus, her hands and feet were pierced by holy nails, and then holy fire began to burn her entire body, roasting her alive.
Ah!
Narberal screamed, a piercing shriek full of pain and suffering that transcended the normal limits for living beings, a melody of agony that shook the soul.
Magi specializing in holy attributes possessed many skills that were affected by the justice affinity value of both enemy and friendly forces. Kael's professional builds all had positive bonuses, and his own compatibility value was as high as positive 450. Narberal's compatibility, like most NPCs in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, was negative, reaching negative 400, meaning she was extremely evil. Additionally, Kael's attribute level was as high as level 100, while Narberal's was only level 62.
Due to the significant level gap and skill compatibility bonus, after being attacked by Kael's skill, Narberal's HP dropped by more than half in an instant, a devastating blow that nearly took her life.
"Triple Magic Transformation: Death Shockwave!"
Suddenly, a loud shout filled with authority, a voice that vibrated the air and halted Kael's pursuit.
Three large skulls suddenly appeared outside the goddess's protective barrier, hovering menacingly, like shadows of death ready to pounce. As they opened their mouths, three shockwaves of energy burst out and hit the barrier, causing a massive explosion that shook the area to its core!
The duration of the Holy Cross ended, and Narberal fell from the cross with white smoke wafting from her body, her body almost scorched, barely recognizable.
"Narberal, are you alright?"
Narberal heard the question filled with concern, a question that broke through the fog of her pain. Ainz's voice, even in Momon's form, always had a calming effect on her, like the most beautiful melody that could soothe the storm in her heart.
She looked back and found Momon had returned to his true form as the Overlord of Death, Ainz Ooal Gown, with two obsidian daggers hovering around him, ready for battle. A suppressing yet familiar aura of darkness surrounded him, a presence that exuded absolute power.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Lord Momon." Narberal's voice was slightly hoarse, rough from the suffering she had just endured.
"Be careful, the opponent is not an easy character to deal with." Ainz's voice was now deeper, exuding a wariness he rarely showed in front of others, a clear sign of danger.
Ainz held a healing staff in his hand; the staff was already active. Green light enveloped Narberal's body, helping her quickly restore her HP, bringing vitality back to her battered body.
Momon, as a mana-based magic caster, normally couldn't use faith-based magic like healing and resurrection, even if activated by the effects of props. However, he wore a [Skilled Scepter Ring], allowing him to bypass this restriction and use a magic staff that stored [Greater Healing]. In return, he wouldn't be able to utilize the ring's effect to use other short staves for one hour. If he entered a battle phase where he competed for props, he would lose his means of combat.
However, it was still worth it to him. Narberal, like the other NPCs, was created by his guildmates, and was like family to him. Sacrificing a temporary magic item for the safety of one of his children from Nazarick was a no-brainer, a clear testament to his boundless affection.
All he had to do next was fight hard. This battle was inevitable, a destiny he had to face.
Pushing aside all distracting thoughts, Ainz stepped forward two paces, shielding Narberal behind him. A rare, even slightly awkward action for him, given his habits.
This sort of thing was very rare for him before he time-traveled. Because his professional position was a half-output and half-support role. In the past, when fighting, he always stood behind his friends and was the one being protected. The role of protecting, instead of being protected, felt strange yet satisfying, a new pride filling the empty cavity in his chest.
His eyes, or rather his eye sockets, were fixed on the center of the explosion in front of him, with a faint burning anger and a dim red light flickering there, emanating a cold and deadly fighting intent.
After the smoke and dust cleared, he saw an armored knight holding a cross-shaped holy shield and a cross-shaped holy sword. He was nearly two meters tall and appeared very majestic and powerful, exuding a suppressing holy aura that felt alien to Ainz, like an unknown poison.
To the knight's left and right were angels with three pairs of gently flapping wings, one holding the Holy Cross Seal and the other holding the Holy Sword of Judgment, ready to launch an attack, as if awaiting orders.
Light King Knight LV90, Celestial Jupiter Cherubim of Sanctification LV70, Celestial Jupiter Cherubim of Judgment LV70.
Generally, players could only maintain the effect of one summoned magic at a time. Once new summoning magic was used, monsters summoned by previous summoning magic would be sent back regardless of their condition. Although one could increase the number of summons by lowering the summoning level when using high-tier summoning magic, but...
"These three don't look like cheap summons... Is this a special skill for high-tier professions?" Ainz guessed in his mind, his skeletal brows furrowed in thought, a mystery that piqued his interest. An interesting ability. Must be noted for later analysis.
He looked past the summoned creatures and fixed his gaze on the man dressed in white clothes and trousers, gracefully floating in the air behind them. He asked, his voice now filled with the authority of an Undead King, echoing with undeniable power, "Why did you suddenly attack us? If I weren't a high-tier undead, I might have accidentally killed someone, right?"
Why?
Hearing Momon's question, Kael couldn't help but complain in his heart: It's all because you, an old man, didn't hide well, and my followers caught you. What should I do now?
Although he didn't understand how Kamot and the others knew this secret, given the current situation, Momon's identity was exposed and he probably couldn't avoid it, so it would be better for him to reveal it. He could take advantage of this.
By the way, you can also raise his status. Let them know who I am.
"God makes no wrong decisions, Undead. The powerful Undead aura within you cannot escape my sight." Kael looked at Momon, who was not far away, with an indifferent expression, without the slightest doubt in his eyes that radiated firm conviction, an almost blind self-confidence. Then, he asked, his voice calm but demanding, containing a tone of judgment, "Allow me to ask, does this attack have anything to do with you?"
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