In just over ten minutes, the village was almost turned into a hell, with many already dead under the knights' blades, while those still alive were herded together like livestock, even the children were not spared.
If one wanted to complete the mission smoothly, this level was precisely correct; weak and pitiful children often played an unexpected role in most places.
The ruthless knights and the despairing villagers were in a predator-prey relationship, with the latter utterly powerless to resist.
In this darkest hour, the Death Knight descended like a divine soldier.
Before this, who among those present could have imagined that an adult man in armor could be so easily thrown into the air? Everyone's mental state collapsed, shocked by the Death Knight's power.
Even though their swords were unsteady in their hands, a few knights still surrounded the Death Knight, and no sound could be heard other than their chattering teeth.
For the wrongs they have committed, please let the kingdom's laws punish them, not face this kind of monster!
Someone was already repeatedly muttering "God, please save me" under extreme pressure, but unfortunately, there was no god here, only death.
Flying Squirrel activated flight magic and floated in the air.
Sig, having wings himself, did not learn this magic. In the current situation, exposing his wings would be too conspicuous, so he hitched a ride on Flying Squirrel's magic.
After flying above the village, Flying Squirrel sighed, "It seems your worries have come true. I need to leave one or two Death Knights alive; someone needs to convey this matter to the rulers."
If there were no witnesses to prove it, it might bring a bad reputation to Ainz Ooal Gown. Flying Squirrel wanted to create an image of chivalry, thereby sending a signal of goodwill to potential players, indicating that they acted from a position of righteousness.
This was also for the future of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
"That's how it should be." Sig's stern face showed no expression, and his facial muscles were very stiff.
Tsk, this is too bloody, no matter how you look at it.
There were people torn in half, with pink internal organs scattered on the ground, and others cut in half at the waist, struggling for a long time before dying.
The Death Knight truly lived up to its name as an Undead—an embodiment of evil. It deliberately held back and toyed with humans, just to enjoy their death throes.
It was exactly like the nature of the Wolf Girl. In fact, most people in the Great Tomb were like this. It's unclear who the newly born Death Knight learned from.
Sig believed his tolerance was already very strong, but he didn't expect the impact on the scene to still exceed his cognition.
Suddenly, he felt a bit envious of Flying Squirrel, whose heart had completely turned into a monster. He didn't have a skill like forced calmness.
Flying Squirrel was already used to talking to a helmet; it should be said that talking to a face would be stranger. He also couldn't guess what expression was hidden from view.
After a moment of silence, a serious expression appeared on his skeletal face. "Sig-san, I want to use Ainz Ooal Gown as my name. Although I don't know if it will succeed, if Ainz Ooal Gown becomes famous in this world, I think my companions who also crossed over will know of Nazarick's existence."
Sig shifted his attention to the conversation, nodding in agreement, "Yes, what if Herohero also crossed over?"
Although it was impossible, Herohero logged off too early. It was enough as comforting words.
Flying Squirrel thought the same way; chronologically, it was entirely possible. "It would be wonderful if that were really the case."
Noticing the movement in the distance, Sig frowned slightly; one of his subordinates had lost contact.
The small dragon, skilled in concealment, was only level ten-something, but it wasn't something the natives could easily kill, unless it was someone from the Slane Theocracy. Only angels with holy attributes would have such a strong restraint over dark-attributed dragons.
"One of my subordinates has been killed by the enemy. To be safe, I'll go scout first. Can I leave this place to you?"
Flying Squirrel understood the seriousness of the matter and immediately nodded in agreement. The clean-up work here was almost done, and the danger was greatly reduced, so they could split up.
If it was an enemy that Sig couldn't handle alone, then multiple members of Nazarick would have to be dispatched, or Rubedo would have to be activated.
"Be careful."
Even for the lowest-ranked subordinate, Sig felt a strong sense of displeasure. This was probably a different kind of protectiveness. He had thought he wasn't affected, but perhaps he was the one most profoundly affected, and the bloody scenes no longer seemed so offensive.
You've chosen a narrow path, Sunlight Scripture.
"I'll be right back."
[Transform Form]
Sig switched to his half-human form, his horns and tail reappeared, fine scales grew on his skin, and a pair of wings grew on his back. Based on bat-like wings, feathers grew at the ends, combining beauty and practicality, greatly increasing his flight speed.
The moment he flapped his wings, a whooshing sound echoed, and the wind generated by the sound wave made Flying Squirrel's robe cling tightly to him.
To be honest, he wasn't worried about Sig's safety. Sig's magic system was divine and dragon-based, both of which had permanent skills that enhanced HP recovery.
Especially the divine-Department [Complete Revival], which could fully restore HP instantly as long as there was still a breath left. Although it was a special skill with limited uses, if used well, it could provide several extra lives, making it even more convenient than resurrection magic.
"Don't forget to leave a few alive, Sig-san."
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"Is it done?" A man with a scar on his face emerged from the crowd, his glass-like pupils gleaming with cold light.
Three Flame Angels scattered, and along with several floating in the air, the dark dragon surrounded in the middle had turned into black smoke and disappeared.
"This is a subordinate dragon, isn't it? Why is it here?"
"Could a Dragon Lord have appeared nearby? We should ask for help from the Black Scripture. This task should have been their responsibility..."
"It's truly strange. Our Sunlight Scripture isn't good at stealth and tracking. It doesn't even make sense to call this training."
A wave of unease surged in Nigen of the Sunlight Scripture. What an inauspicious start.
Requesting reinforcements was impossible. The Black Scripture's mission was to deal with the impending resurrection of the Catastrophe Dragon Lord, for which they were protecting [Downfall of Castle and Country]. The Wind Flower Scripture was pursuing the traitor who stole the Sage's Crown. Neither side had any spare capacity for support.
The current mission was to kill Gazef, the kingdom's strongest knight. It would be great if they could pretend not to have seen the dragon, but that was just self-deception.
"No problem. I still have the treasure bestowed by the bishop, plus the extraordinary ability to enhance summoned monsters. Even a Demon God would be no match."
"As I expected, was my subordinate killed by you?"
A simple question, without any sense of harshness, yet Nigen shivered. He looked up and saw an armored person standing before him, he didn't know when.
"Who are you?"
"Do I need to ask again? That dragon is my subordinate," Sig said coldly.
"I am Nigen of the Sunlight Scripture. I am currently on a mission. Who are you?" Nigen asked tremblingly.
Using a dragon as a subordinate, he couldn't think of anyone else besides a Dragon Lord. And the person in front of him was clearly not human; he saw something resembling horns.
The Council State was ruled by dragons, and it was likely that they felt they had crossed a line and intervened, but it wasn't really a big deal, was it? Regardless, staying alive was the most important thing.
"I am Sigris Helausvaerger." Sig readily spoke his true name.
Nigen frantically searched his mind; he seemed to have never heard this name. Was it a fake name? He heard that the former Platinum Armor of the Thirteen Heroes was in a dragon-like form. Could it be him?
As a legendary hero, having the ability to live forever was not strange. Perhaps there was an elf's face under the armor. Fluder also lived for two hundred years.
That's right, his mind was truly muddled. How could he possibly encounter a Dragon Lord? He could still handle a hero-level opponent with his trump card.
"Although I don't know why you are here, please do not interfere with our Slane Theocracy's business. I can apologize for the subordinate, otherwise, even if you are a hero, we will not show mercy."
"Pfft ha ha ha!"
Sig couldn't help but burst out laughing. He actually mistook him for the Platinum Dragon Lord's armor! How pitifully foolish.