Chapter 559
The relationship with the Saigo family is at most a blood relationship.
Saigo's eyes looked far away and fell on the mountains in the north.
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The huge platinum dragon wings covered the sky. Looking at the platinum dragon, Momonga felt the extreme calmness in his heart.
But now Momonga is very disgusted with this calmness.
Because he knows that if he is still a human, he should feel a little fear of this terrible dragon.
Fear is definitely not a simple negative word.
It is because he can feel fear that he knows he is alive. It is because he can feel fear that he is happy with the feeling of his inner emotions jumping.
But now Momonga finds that he has lost the feeling of fear at all. He has gradually abandoned everything as a human.
If there is no reminder from outsiders, it is estimated that Momonga himself will not have too many feelings.
When he found that something was wrong, he had been assimilated by the will of the undead, and then he would no longer have regrets.
However, Saigo's advance reminder made Momonga feel the change in his mentality. He was also worried that one day he would no longer be 'Momonga', but completely become 'Ainz Ooal Gown'.
It was like the Ship of Theseus. Even if his appearance did not change at all, when his heart was completely replaced, would he still be the good old guild leader?
It was this fear that made Momonga resist the assimilation of the undead.
Because he knew clearly that when this assimilation was completely completed, it would be the time when the man named 'Momonga' would die completely.
He didn't want to die. That was the greatest instinct of all human beings, that is, to survive!
"Platinum Dragon King, Chaindulux Baixiong, I have been here for so long, and finally I have waited for you!"
Momonga stood between these mountains. He looked at the platinum dragon in the sky and uttered heavy words from his skeleton.
"As you can see, I am the player who descended into this world this time. I am the enemy of all creatures in this world and the biggest enemy of your dragon race."
"Come on, defeat me, defeat me, otherwise I will destroy all the dragons and give you absolute death!"
Flying Squirrel's words made the Platinum Dragon King look at him in doubt.
The Platinum Dragon King had contacted many dragon kings in the dragon race. Although not all dragon kings were willing to launch this war to eliminate the players, there were always a few dragon kings who agreed to his request.
And those dragon kings were all dragons who loved killing and wanted to get the players' equipment.
After knowing that the Silian Theocracy could no longer hold on, the Platinum Dragon King wanted to return to the Council to arrange things here and send out his platinum armor to test.
After all, the Platinum Dragon King was not a fool. Before he was sure who the player was and the strength of the player who descended this time, he dared not let his true body appear.
He absolutely dared not underestimate the strength of the players. Even in the heyday of the dragon race, the dragons were almost slaughtered by the Eight Desire Kings.
Although the Eight Desire Kings eventually destroyed themselves in the civil strife, which was also influenced by the dragon race, the dragon race itself suffered greater losses.
So the Platinum Dragon King needs to plan before taking action.
After returning to the Review Country, the Platinum Dragon King found that several other dragon kings in this country had been killed.
Although those dragons were not real dragon kings, but just fake dragon kings who claimed to be dragon kings, even so, this incident aroused the Platinum Dragon King's vigilance.
It suspected that a player came here and began to secretly infiltrate the Review Country and kill the reviewers.
The strong sense of crisis made the Platinum Dragon King dare not stay here for long, but wanted to find other real dragon kings, but it never thought that he would be blocked here by the flying squirrel in the end.
What the Platinum Dragon King did not expect was that the flying squirrel actually called himself a player.
In other words, the players who came to this world this time were more cautious and smarter than any previous players.
They chose to take action themselves after they had strongly infiltrated this world.
No wonder almost all human countries fell so quickly, and even the people of those human countries were willing to follow these aliens.
The means of rule by these players are not cruel and tyrannical, but an advanced social system that the Platinum Dragon King has never heard of.
The players who came this time are the strongest players in history, not because of their strength, but because of their means and ideas!
A huge barrier rose up and completely enveloped this mountain range.
This is not the world prop of the flying squirrel, because his world prop has also expired. This is a high-level barrier prop belonging to the game.
Next, he will fight with the Platinum Dragon King in this barrier, and use this fight to allow himself to maintain his own humanity.
The skeleton-like flying squirrel slowly took off all his equipment. He said to the dragon man Sebastian standing behind him:
"...Sebastian, you come to my camp. If I'm in danger, you must come to save me."
"Yes, Lord Flying Squirrel!"
Sebastian replied respectfully.
Flying Squirrel still clearly remembered what Saigo told him, that the protective gear, weapons and props he had were not important things.
On the contrary, these external equipment will only protect him in the ivory tower, making it impossible for him to truly cross the extraordinary node.
Momonga may not understand, but Xixiang knows that these so-called equipment will be completely ineffective after leaving this world.
What Momonga can rely on is the power of the undead given to him by the rules of this world.
Only after taking off the equipment can Momonga feel the great terror between life and death in the fight with the Platinum Dragon King, so that he can completely grasp the human nature in that terror.
For Xixiang, Momonga has absolute trust in Xixiang, so he is willing to follow Xixiang's instructions and take off all his equipment to fight this terrifying dragon!
'But Zaratul, I am still afraid, so I let Sebastian hold me back. '
'But this fear really makes me inexplicably happy. I still have the emotion of fear. I haven't become an undead monster yet. '
'This is what you said that only between life and death will humans produce fear for the instinct of survival, and use fear to induce the arrival of human nature. '
'I seem to understand what you mean. This time I will rely on my own will and use my life as a bet to defeat the enemy. '
'Anyway, if I completely lose my will, it will be no different from death. '
At this moment, Momonga made up his mind.
He didn't want to self-destruct in the mental collapse like the six great gods or the eight desire kings of those players hundreds of years ago!
When Momonga knew that the six great gods and the so-called eight desire kings were players, he understood that players were not invincible. On the contrary, their fragile spirits would only destroy themselves.
If you want to survive, you must make yourself really strong and really be able to grasp that God-given power! .
Chapter 57 The Death-defying Wine with Cut Off Limbs
In order to resist the invasion of the Great Tomb, the Silian Theocracy took out all the things in its box this time.
A young man in simple clothes stood in the center of the battle formation, wearing a helmet like a crown on his head. .
The countless spikes inside the helmet pierced into his brain, leaving gurgling blood from the edge of the crown and the boy's head.
The crown is golden yellow, with countless small gems dotted on the thin metal wire like spider silk, like a spider web with raindrops sticking to it.
And in the center of the crown is a gem like a black crystal.
This is one of the greatest secret treasures of the Silian Theocracy, a symbol of the witch princess, which can increase the level of magic that can be released.
This is not a treasure left by the six gods, and it is a disposable prop.
Because there is no way to take this crown safely, the only way is to destroy the crown and the person bound by the crown together.
In simple terms, it is to completely turn a person into a high-level magic prop, a weapon that only knows how to release magic.
Under normal circumstances, the Theocracy will not use this kind of thing, but in the face of life and death, the Theocracy has to take them out to resist the invasion of demons.
In each square of the Theocracy's army, there are believers wearing the witch queen's crown, who choose to sacrifice themselves to resist demons.
After wearing the crown, it is equivalent to becoming a dead person, but at the same time, it can also release magic close to the sixth level.
For the natives of this world, the sixth-level magic is already close to the level of forbidden spells.
But for the guardians of the great tomb and the demons summoned by them, most of the so-called sixth-level magic are completely immune.
On the battlefield, these crowned killing machines used various magics, but those magics would not even cause any ripples when they fell on the guardians.
If this world is still a game, the word "resistance" will definitely appear on the guardians' heads.
Although this kind of magic does not hurt them, the ants' rampant attacks still make the guardians extremely angry.
"What a bunch of disgusting little bugs, although I like to see them showing off in front of me, and then being scared out of their wits in extreme fear."
"But, now I am being watched by the Supreme Being, if you ants are too excited, it will bring shame to the Supreme Being."
Dimiugos' figure stood in the sky, wearing a gentleman's suit, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand holding the glasses on his nose.
He let those messy magics hit him, and he couldn't even raise a dust.
He could see the fearful and desperate eyes of many warriors of the Slian Theocracy under his feet. As a demon, he liked such eyes, which made him feel quite happy.
If he was the only one here, Demiugos would definitely torture these humans slowly, make magic scrolls under their skin, and use their flesh and blood as sacrificial objects.
But now he was being watched by the Supreme Being, so Demiurge could only restrain his bad taste.
Because he knew that the Supreme Being preferred a quick and decisive killing, and had no interest in such cruelty to the weak.
"The Supreme Being is really kind, there is no greater being more kind than the Supreme Being."
Demiurge sighed, then he showed a happy and ferocious smile, and snapped his fingers at the many warriors of the Theocracy below.
The subjects of the Theocracy, who wore the Witch Queen's crown and turned into high-level magic tools, burst into flames with a scream.
Dark fire spurted out from their eye sockets, nostrils, mouths, and ears, burning away their flesh and skin in an instant, leaving only a charred skeleton.
In the blink of an eye, these high-level magic props turned into skeletons.
However, they did not die but were transformed into undead creatures. Instead, they manipulated the power of the Witch Queen's Crown and launched a massacre against their former comrades under the horrified eyes of other people in the Theocracy.
Such a scene made Demiurge laugh out loud with joy. His slender figure fell into the legion of demons, and he strolled on the battlefield, leading many of his demons to start a gluttonous feast.
From time to time, Demiurge would secretly look at Saigo's location on the distant hilltop.
He was sensing the emotions of the Supreme Being.
If the Supreme Being is happy, then he will continue killing slowly to satisfy his own evil taste.
If he senses the dissatisfaction of the Supreme Being, Demiurge will instantly speed up his killing speed and stop playing.
For Demiurge, his own feelings and pleasure were not important, what was important was to satisfy the Supreme Being.
While Demiux was playing his own killing game, the other guardians were also carrying out their own massacres.
"Ha, you can control magic within the scope of time. It seems that you are not so bad after all."
"But your magic only goes so far. It says it controls time, but in fact it's just manipulating your own perception. How much can you increase your speed?"
"Ten times, or a hundred times?"
Shalltear was wearing a fiery red dress, her skin was pale and bloodless, and she walked boredly on the battlefield filled with blood and minced meat.
She trimmed her nails with a nail clipper and made a mocking sound to the lady in front of her.
In front of Shalltear was an ordinary-looking member of the Theocracy with a petite stature and a stabbing sword in his hand.
It is the second seat of the Black Sacred Scripture, ‘Time Turbulence’.
As its name suggests, this Black Codex has the power to manipulate time.
Of course, as Shalltear said, her so-called manipulation of time is actually more about controlling one's own perception.
Then he relies on his strong physical strength to follow that perception, giving people the illusion of manipulating time.
"The Supreme Being said that we need to be more serious. Well, that's true. If you accidentally soil my clothes, the Supreme Being will dislike me and will no longer favor me."
"Even if I take out your soul and make you feel the burning of hell fire, I won't be able to make you pay for your sins."
"So let me use the most clean and efficient method to kill you all."
Shalltear finally put away her nail clippers.
Then, under the fearful gaze of the second seat of the Black Holy Book, a blood-red armor suddenly appeared on her body.
Shalltear instantly transformed from an elegant young lady to a Valkyrie fighting on the battlefield.
She held a blood-drop-like spear in her hand and turned into a red light in her hearty laughter. It instantly penetrated the second seat of the dark holy book.
The blood-red light was like a terrifying insect, burrowing into the body of the second seat of the Black Holy Book. Amid the desperate and painful screams of the other party, those blood threads completely devoured his flesh and blood!
On the other side, in front of Albedo appeared a strong man wearing armor full of thorns and with muscles all over his body.
This strong man was more than two meters tall, holding a giant ax larger than himself, standing on the battlefield like a city wall.
He is the tenth member of the Black Sacred Code and is known as the 'strongest human being'. His appearance alone will give people a sense of panic when facing a monster.