Demiurge, accompanied by his Lords of Sin has left the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Although it took quite a bit of convincing at last Albedo had faltered and ultimately remained inside the Great Tomb.

Her duties as the Guardian Overseer didn't allow her to go looking for Ainz, unlike him, Demiurge reasoned. And after bringing up how Ainz may compliment her hard work she finally relented.

The great Archfiend has already executed his daily chores, and his experiments. The "happy farm" didn't require his presence per se, albeit that didn't mean that Demiurge didn't delight in his job.

Now his attention was pulled elsewhere. It has been several hours since the Supreme One has left the Tomb and he was yet to return. Normally, they wouldn't send out a Guardian, but since Albedo insisted, he had 'sacrificed' himself for such a noble task and took time out of his strict schedule.

Demiurge didn't wander for long; he was still in the perimeter of the Tomb when his senses sharpened and picked up an anomaly. The winds rushed high above the dark clouds of the sky, illuminated only by the discharges of lightning and crimson flames.

The Guardian of the 7th floor, the mastermind of the Great Tomb had surmised that the weather was unstable in the new environment that surrounded the tomb, but this… this was beyond his estimations. He decided that even though finding Ainz was the priority, it wouldn't hurt to investigate the strange happenings up above and so a couple of dark wings erected themselves on his back and he took off the ground, straight for the anomaly up above.

The Lord of Wrath and the Lord of Pride didn't need encouragement as they swiftly followed the Archfiend to the skies and beyond. Soon enough air had become scarce, and the atmosphere had become thin, and the stars shone down all around them. The world had continued to grow smaller under their feet as they continued to elevate into even further heights.

They continued to climb higher and higher, up until when their Lord halted, and thus the Evil Lords of Sin did the same.

Demiurge watched, frozen in place thousands of kilometers off ground, as a giant serpent the size of an entire planet coiled around in the cosmos. No, that wasn't right, he corrected, this serpent was greater than the world Nazarick now inhabited, and the planet was of a mindboggling size.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as the presence of the World Devourer weighted him down, he had never felt such power, maybe… maybe the Supreme One, Ainz Ooal Gown had a similar presence, but…

Demiurge was disgusted with himself as traitorous thoughts formed in his mind. 'How could anyone be above a Supreme being, the mere notion of it was laughable, blasphemous! '

But then, he recalled his master's stories wherein he told them of his time spent in this world, the horrors that the Supreme One had to face, 'if Ainz Ooal Gown wasn't being humble, but meant every word he said then…' The archdevil's eyes shone in understanding and he got ready to alert the others.

Demiurge brought up his hand, ready to report his findings via message, while he issued commands to the Evil Lords of Sin. Should the monster before them attack, they are to engage and occupy its attention while he makes his retreat. Their inherit ability {Soul Born Miracle} should allow them to delay the monstrosity even if it is just for a moment. The Lords of Sin simply nodded at his mental command when Demiurge spotted something. He did not believe his eyes. Not at first.

As the moon orbited the planet and cleared his view the Archfiend spotted something between the World and the Great Serpent. A Staff of legends, a golden shaft reflected the Sun's rays as they entered his vision. Grasping the golden armament, a skeletal hand, covered in a thin layer of ice.

A skeleton, an Overlord garbed in nightfall, standing defiantly before the World Ender. He would recognize that anywhere. It was… it was!

Abruptly a white shock wave launched all around the Overlord, spanning distances at a rate the eye could not follow. Demiurge was thrown back by the pressure as a new side of his Lord was present before him.

The violet gown has disappeared, and the Overlord was garbed in a white cloth embroidered richly by stardust. A torrent of pure white rose all around him, banishing the darkness of the cosmos. Demiurge could swear that the very Sun paled in comparison to the brilliance his Lord exhibited.

The pressure in the meantime continued to climb in the area so much so that Demiurge could feel his Hp dropping just by being in the vicinity.

Myriad of thoughts raced through his mind, calculating everything and yet it all came back blank as the form of the Master he served continued to grow before his very eyes, defying every logic and reason, rewriting his perception of the great Overlord once again. 'How could he be so presumptuous to assume the limits of the Supreme One's might?! There was a reason they were called the Supreme beings after all, they stood at the apex of all!' The crystalline eyes of the Archfiend shifted, dilating, focusing on the events before him. He was too mesmerized by Ainz to think straight, but not for long.

Another wave of light shot towards the planet, towards him. At this very moment Demiurge felt such a bliss that he wouldn't have minded if he perished right here and right now. But contrary to his expectation the light that was so obviously of Holy origin did not hurt.

A comforting feeling encompassed his being for a moment before he was blow away by the sheer pressure of the spell. Demiurge fell through the atmosphere, losing altitude at an alarming rate.

Thankfully, his devil attribute allowed him to get a hold of himself and slow, and eventually stop his descent. Then, he began to gain altitude. Soon he reached the outer reaches of the stratosphere, but he could no longer ascend. A white barrier with no end in sight blocked him. It encompassed the planet, forming a barrier, a shield against all that would harm it.

Demiurge gave an appraising look to the barrier, but he could not decipher its capabilities, its ability to resist power. For a brief moment he considered breaking through via 9th or 10th tier spell, but ultimately, he discarded the idea. This barrier was made by the Supreme One himself, there was no reason for him to believe that he could ever destroy a spell executed by Ainz Ooal Gown, greatest of the 41 Supreme beings.

He cast {Greater Teleportation} and appeared right outside of the Great Tomb. He had to gather his forces and inform the guardians as soon as he could. He knew the Guardians, if the master would be hurt, none of them could forgive themselves. They had to know about this as soon as possible.

They had to rush to his side.

Ainz seeing that his barrier was stable stopped channeling his mana and turned his attention back on the Great Serpent, Ouroboros, Devourer of Worlds. This time he would go all out from the very beginning, he would not risk this battle prolonging, less some unforeseen incidents may occur.

The whirlwind of white that surrounded his form slowly became tainted, corrupted. Dark, crimson, green, vile energies mixed in with the light. Cursed energy, Holy power, Mortal sagecraft, Wild magic, Tier magic, Eldritch power all were mixed into one, and gave form to the Supreme One's might.

The white cloth covering the bones ripped and disintegrated within a moment's notice, and the Overlord's true form was laid bare for all to see. The ancient bones creaked and hissed as energy flowed through them, veins of bulging green wrapped around every bone and sizzled with power.

The orbs burnt in a deathly pale light and left their designated place, raging like an inferno. The Dark Halo behind the skull was enriched with a repulsive green crown that siphoned off the power of the cosmic and divine alike. The staff held within his hand shattered into pieces and began orbiting around the skull, forming a third crown, one of light and gold.

There stood Ainz Ooal Gown, Death is his servant, Time is his illusion. All that was, all that is and all that will be is decided solely by his will. Feeling his unrestrained power for the very first time Ainz let out a cruel laugh. Time-space warped around him, and he flashed forward, ignoring the laws of the universe he popped out of existence and returned in a point of space unlike his previous.

The World Serpent was launched as a skeletal fist connected and sent its planetary body hurling into another globe. The planet all but shattered upon contact and the World Serpent let out a pained hiss.

A shrill laughter echoed in the cosmos as countless eyes watched with glee.

Ainz however didn't get distracted as he cast a spell {Maximize tenfold: Eldritch army}. Space warped as gateways to unspeakable dimensions imposed themselves on the universe, bringing forth abominations of the deepest level. Creatures that must not be named came forth, some which were as old as the universe itself and rushed the World Serpent.

{Eldritch Army} was a spell of the 13th tier, one that Ainz didn't use merrily, but it was one that could win him the time he needed to finish this battle. Although the spell itself invoked the higher echelons of the terrors, Ainz would only call those whom he was sure would obey his will without question.

As the Eldritch terrors manifested Ainz made distance between himself and the serpent. Then, he cast his trump card. A clockwork manifested behind him as time slowed to a crawl in the dimension and the flames went out of his eyes. Hollow sockets stared into the abyss, looking deep within.

Then, the dimension shifted, and the empty orbs looked elsewhere.

A myriad of rapidly shifting dimensions graced the Supreme One with their curious designs, but Ainz all but ignored them. He was looking for something, he was looking for someone…

Then, he found it.

Deep withing Hell, at the bottom stratum a prison chained with a billion seals.

Within Đeath dwelt.

Ainz recited the lines prepared in advance, calling out to the timeless existence, the idea, the concept that was Death itself.

"Death is my refuge, Death is my vice,

Death is my destiny, Death is my origin,

I am Ainz Ooal Gown, Last of my Order,

Unknown to life, yet known to Death,

I am the One that carries the Legacy,

I am the Last of the Supreme beings,

I am the Overlord of Death,

By my right I decree,

Death is the great equalizer.

All are Equal in Death!

You were born to die, and now your time has come!

Perish! Ouroboros be gone!

Implode and fade into the nothingness where you belong!

Đeath answer me!

Hear me now and do my bidding!

The time has come! {The Goal of All Life is Death}!"

The first reaper for a time immemorial was imprisoned. Locked up by the first God for he feared the power held by Đeath. He feared that one day even HE would be reaped.

Now unshackled, Đeath rose from the crypts and left the confines of Hell.

A darkness, deeper than any shadow came into existence before Ainz Ooal Gown. The first reaper, who embodied Death, dressed in a blackened rag, loomed over the World Serpent.

The scythe that held the Concept of Death came down, banishing the serpent forever and more into oblivion.

Ouroboros, the Devourer of Worlds was no more.

Ainz exchanged looks with Đeath as the crimson orbs met pale white ones. Each searing into the soul, yet both stood unshaken. After a long moment, that Ainz could swear was a lifetime Đeath disintegrated. Relieved, Ainz proceeded to banish the terrors of the abyss, by undoing his sustain that anchored them into this dimension, and they too faded away into nothingness.

Satisfied he turned to take his leave and return to his guardians and beloved wife, but then he ceased all movement. There was a chill inside his soul when a presence unlike anything before rose behind him. The aura the being exuded was such that it weighted down on his every bone, effectively making him feel like gravity itself has gone haywire. Ainz halted and slowly turned around…

Everywhere there were eyes. Huge, disfigured eyes glowed in the thousands and the cosmic entity watched… and Ainz stared back.

He had all but exhausted his power already, that previous spell developed from an Yggdrasil skill has drained him mightily. Hell, he was pretty sure that his regenerations were the only thing keeping him conscious. He couldn't afford another battle, but it didn't seem like he could get out of this any other way. He let out a long deep sigh as he stilled himself, and conjured up countless delayed spells, "there ain't no rest for the wicked, ehh? Fine. Bring it!"

Ellee was restless. Ainz should have already come along and pick her up at the Flower Blossom Sanctuary, but there was no sign of him. He was literally an hour overdue, and yet he hasn't even contacted her! 'Why would he ghost her now of all times?!' It was insensitive to say the least.

Not to mention, there was a certain vampire next to her real close to her edge, asking embarrassing questions without batting an eye. Said vampire dressed in crimson was relentless with the assault of queries, all the while wearing a spiteful smile.

A façade that hid only jealousy and hostility. Ellee saw through it without a hitch, but the question was, how should she proceed? She wasn't sure how long till the little vampire blows up, seeing as her obvious tries to bait her had failed.

Nonetheless, she did her best to continue ignoring the increasingly more frustrated woman. 'Then again, if Ainz were here…' she thought, she wouldn't have to deal with this annoying girl.

Ellee was flabbergasted when abruptly a strong wind gushed through the room and the Vampire Valkyrie disappeared. 'What the hell? How rude, leaving without as much as saying goodbye… maybe it's better this way…' Ellee thought as she turned to the double doors. 'What could have prompted such a response?'

'Well, might as well see why she was in such a hurry.' She thought, as she left the room and headed upwards the floors.

Rachel reached the gates of the Elven Capitol, ready to launch herself into danger, all in the name of her guardian, her mother and idol. She was more than relieved when she found out that no-one would brush her off, and an army joined her.

The remainder of the Sacred Flames, seven exceptional fighters as well as all the hundreds upon hundreds of her sisters and brothers armed, ready to march, packed in tight rows presented themselves.

The flames wore the colors of the Sun, intense orange, crimson and yellow mixed masterfully, crafted into their outfits to represent their ideals. While the army behind them wore a different color.

Ashen was their color, for they were the embers of the flames. Fallen, and yet to be defeated. Weak, yet enduring, challenging insurmountable odds, and pushing through with the skin of their teeth. They were the Ashen Legions of Ainz Ooal Gown, the army of the new world.

Although, it has been over two centuries since they had last laid eyes upon the Supreme being, their memory of the master was clear as daylight, and just as blinding.

Every face was resolute, ready to march into death's maw if it meant upholding his majesties ideals and the day had come their power would be of use. The Legions marched, hundreds upon hundreds of battle-hardened veterans who throughout the years had gained immense strength, always fighting in the shadows and consolidating their highness' rule.

Queen Ellee had little to no knowledge about their existence, but they didn't mind it. In fact, they wouldn't want to worry her with such things, when they had a job to do, a duty to uphold.

They were the Ashen Legions, while the Sacred Flames stayed in the light, pulling all prying eyes, the Ashen Legions were the true force behind the Kingdom of Ainz Ooal Gown.

They were always there… in the shadows they watched and stirred the wars of history in favor to their master's side… in the end, everything went according to his majesty's great design.

Anton, the Battle God could attest to that. He was the Supreme Commander of the legions, only a step below the Sacred Flames in position and power alike. He was only a half demon, but on the battlefield, he was a true monster. He wielded six ashen blades in each of his hands, cleaving through solid rock and armor without resistance, no opponent could fight on equal terms with him. He was the tip of the spear, always puncturing through the enemy formation, always turning the tide of the battle. The Ashen Legions had never lost a battle under his command.

Today, he walked with resolute steps, today they marched on a beast so fierce that could go toe to toe with the strongest of the Sacred Flames. It was no easy mission, and yet they had to go.

They had to find and retrieve their ruler, High Queen Ellee, Guardian of the Realm.

Although, it was a sickening thought, a horrible beast such as that sullying her royal highness' clothes, if the information wasn't viable, they wouldn't have believed such a thing. But the words of a Sacred Flame could not be questioned. They were cut from a different cloth than the rest of them, they were one step closer to the divine. To the Supreme being, Ainz Ooal Gown himself.

If they said that it was the case, then however unlikely it may be, then it indeed was how it had happened. Anton recalled the form of the elven ruler, who even though he had never met still cherished dearly. She was like a mother figure to the Sacred Flames, and Anton had no doubt that if she knew of their existence, she would look at them the same way. The same caring way.

'She would take to the battlefield herself whenever an opportunity to spare the masses presented itself, she would throw herself in harm's way for her people, such a kind ruler she was… and yet…' Anton gritted his teeth, 'and yet that beast, that fucking goat would dare sully her highness?!' His eyes burned in rage as his crimson orbs scanned his troops. He couldn't waste any more time.

'A Dark Young, was it? A slow and painful death I shall deliver!'

He signaled to his troops and the march began. Following closely behind the Sacred Flames' footsteps Anton led his troops to find their queen and avenge the offense their ruler had to suffer.

Jircniv waited impenitently before the royal capital, inside his carriage he schemed. 'How could he turn his discomfort into a weapon against the elves? What advantage could he gain by doing so in the coming negotiations?' After all, that was why he came for. Negotiations, a treaty between empires.

The elderly man sitting in front of him, dressed in a magician's clothing simply stared out the window, not minding the young ruler's distressed behavior.

Jircniv was so engrossed in his thoughts that it took a moment for the noise outside to register. A rumble grew as hundreds, thousands of boots hit the road simultaneously on command. A unit of Eight dressed in orange and crimson led the front, slightly behind them a demonic figure with six arms, all bolstering a blade. Behind the 8 Eight the units of man wore ashen colors, all having intricate markings and a white skull with one eye burning in crimson flames embedded in their uniforms.

The units moved as a highly trained elite, Jircniv doubted even his legions were that disciplined. The first thought which came to mind was mercenaries, but the units looked too capable, but then… 'Where? Where did the elves hide such a force? '

A trained elite that could decide a battle, why were they kept in reserve? 'Don't tell me?!' Jircniv's mind jumped into crazy theories about the backer of the elven nation. He recalled his many lectures and the countless strange reports he had read about the Elven Empire.

A mysterious figure, a powerful, influential symbol that cast its shadow onto the world. A skull, an empty eye socket, the other dancing in crimson flames. 'Could it be that the legends were all true?' Jircniv asked himself as a name came to mind. "Ainz Ooal Gown, The God Slayer." He muttered out loud with a dead expression. "HAH-HA-HA-HA!" A mad laughter filled the carriage, and his distress was further intensified as the old man Fluder, his tutor broke out in an unrestrained glee, tears escaping his eyes.

The Fortress City of E-Rantel

Evileye stared intensely at the sky, feeling something was not right. A cold chill travelled in the air and an ominous premonition came to her. She scanned the endless wastelands that was the skies of the new world, ruined, broken beyond repair by the abominations coming from the abyss.

She scanned the skies, and yet even she herself wasn't sure what she was looking for, nevertheless she kept those crimson eyes tightly locked on the world above.

Then it registered. A huge tentacle the size of several cities, no that wasn't right. The size of a country seemingly crashed against the night sky, briefly sending out a shockwave, revealing a white barrier that encompassed their world. 'What the fuck?!'

Evileye stared flabbergasted, her mouth hanging open. Surely, she wasn't the only one who saw that… she wasn't going crazy, right? Right?!

Soon, more and more tentacles joined the fray, each oozing a yellowish liquid they battered against the world, a pale barrier the only thing standing in its way flickered slightly and trembled with each blow. Shockwaves, ripples spread out across the skies and soon panic sat in, and Evileye could hear the people shouting and running all around in town, all looking for a place to hide, to escape.

Although, the people, the general populous did not know much about monsters, but they knew enough to fear the horrors of the night. And they were right to fear. The creatures from the abyss that painted the skies forever dark and feasted upon their flesh and soul alike knew no mercy.

It was no wonder that seeing a cosmic horror on the horizon would make them lose all sense and reason. Terror sat in the city, people ran around aimlessly, trampling the unfortunate, losing their family members on the way. The mad shouts were occasionally cut in by frantic shouts, moms calling for their lost children in the chaos, but of course no answer came to their desperate pleas.

The city militia wasn't much better off, Evileye noted as she looked around. Maybe it was time she took her leave and she herself looked for a safe place to weather the storm. Afterall, they had always prevailed, someone always defeated the foe, someone always brought back the hope… even if they themselves remained in the shadows, their deeds would not be forgotten.

Evileye gave a last glance to the sky before deciding to head off, but then she froze in place.

A memory, buried deep within had broken through and resurfaced. The little body tensed as cold sweat broke out on the vampire's body. High in the heavens, above the skies a vortex of energy built and distorted space-time. Although, the one executing such power could not be seen from the ground, many would assume it to be a new breed of abyss creature that could use magic, but she knew better. The centuries old Vampire Lord, Landfall knew better.

There was one, and one alone who could wield such power. Who could so brazenly disregard the carefully laid out laws of magic and reason? A skeletal visage, burning in hellfire resurfaced and sent chills down on her spine. Ainz Ooal Gown, a name as old as the world itself manifested and festered within her soul. She could never forget the day they met, nor the day their time came to an end.

How the terrible undead that had no qualms about experimenting on children had faced off against a cosmic horror that even the Dragon Lords of Old would dare not cross. That day was a turning point in her life. She had all but left herself, wallowing in despair she was ready to give up and die.

But then, she summoned her resolve, and decided that she would make this world a better place, after all even if her power originated from a dark place, it was still hers to use and none could object if she would use it to help, to protect others.

But the cruel reality soon came crushing down on her, as she realized that against the abyss creatures, monsters of a dark realm she was weak. Powerless.

Only the weaker, the ones who crossed on the earlier days could she contest and defeat… those coming through in the past decades were all too powerful to bring down by herself. The one in the sky now? She couldn't even touch it, much less beat such a thing.

She watched as the muddy, dark clouds that littered the skies gave way when a beam of power was shot forward, into the heart of abomination. A terrible screech filled the air, and a shock wave brought most to their feet. Evileye not being an exception felt the heavy pressure knock her down to her knees. It was nothing but a shout, a cry of pain and yet it held such might, such power behind it.

Evileye looked up at the skies once more, but this time her vision travelled much further. Enchanted by her ability and vampiric trait she gazed into the abyss up above.

The bloodred orbs beheld a form, obscured by darkness it could not escape her sight. She looked at the towering figure in apprehension. 'Ainz Ooal Gown, just what kind of monster is he to challenge such a foe?' Ainz was evil, there was no doubt about it. Still, he stood tall and protected the world.

'Why? Just why?!' Evileye asked herself frantically, but the truth ultimately escaped her. She could not accept that all the wrongdoings, all evildoings Ainz has done served one purpose. To further his power, to achieve a greater level where he could protect the world, even if it were against him.

She tore her eyes from the skies when an abrupt magical rise in the area demanded her attention. Her danger sense fired off again and again, but she was too mesmerized to move. Not far from her, maybe a few kilometers, hundreds of soldiers rose to the heavens, ascending to a higher plane, all aiming towards one direction. To the fight above. The army all but melded into the sick skies with their ashen color, while the Eight shone brilliantly in the front.

Evileye was knowledgeable enough, she had researched and spied on the elven nation much while mustering her courage to face the terrors of the abyss. She knew who they were. But what were they doing here? Has the elven ruler decided to help evacuate the citizens or…?

She heard a rumble in the other direction, and she hastily turned her head. In the distance another army took to the heavens, one composed of demons and the undead. The skeletal soldiers ominously loomed on the horizon as they floated there. Soon several figures rose, all varying in shapes and sizes and then… the skeletal soldiers and demons were propelled upwards in an unprecedented speed, which was put to shame by the remaining Guardians who rose to the heavens, to meet the threat.

Ainz gritted his teeth as he deflected yet another attack of the leviathan. All was going well, but then his cursed luck caught up with him. A cosmic horror, leagues above the rest had come through, looking for souls to devour, his soul.

Ainz even considered soothing the great beast by offering up the many souls he had gathered and stored throughout the years, but there was no reason to assume the creature would be sated. The barrier behind him flickered slightly, a few more hits and the {World Barrier} would be a thing of the past. If that were to happen… Ainz's complexion darkened.

Should his spell fail, then there would be nothing to protect the world from their exchanges of power. The darkness that he commanded, the cursed powers he fired off unceasingly… they would ravage the world below, and he feared that would be the end.

Although Nazarick was a Guild Base, and thus had little to no chance of being destroyed… if the world were to perish then Nazarick would also sink into oblivion. That could not happen, Ainz Ooal Gown… the legacy… could not be forgotten, could not be lost to space and time.

It must endure. It must endure to commemorate of his past, of his feeble self, his comrades that provided support in all those trying times. The memories reminded him that no matter how powerful he may become, there will always be someone stronger than him, someone who could destroy everything dear to him. He wouldn't allow that though, not without a fight.

And to that end, to protect the legacy, and all that is dear to him Ainz had to be powerful enough. Strong enough that there no longer existed a force that could even think of harming him, and his comrades, his friends, his wife, his children... Such was the aspiration of Ainz Ooal Gown, to be powerful enough so that no-one may ever hurt that is dear.

He never forgot his goals, and thus continued to gain more and more power throughout his time spent in the new world. He endeavored ceaselessly to further grow in power. Anytime he would waver, the memories of his past would keep him on track. Giving him a reason to push further, to just develop one more spell, to just expand his mana pool by one more point…

Ainz conjured up an eldritch spell, yellowish and greenish lightning spreading, compressing the abysmal power that was the mana pool of Ainz Ooal Gown.

Space distorted and souls were sucked in, to further fuel the magic.

The spell took form {Maximize magic: Eldritch Dragon Lightning}.

It shot forward, crossing an unbelievable distance within moments.

The spell pushed ahead, unimpeded by the massive tentacles moving to intercept it. The myriad eyes of the creature turned, following the trajectory of the spell, yet it failed to defend itself.

The colossal body shook as the leviathan spasmed, and the spell took effect.

Ainz fought back the urge to curse while he conjured up several spells and casted a myriad of delayed magic, encoding several conditions on which said spells would activate. There were dozens that would instantly teleport his body out of range should an attack come this way, there were also many that would explode and fire in the meantime, pulling the creature's attention away from the undead.

After some time, he realized something. The abysmal mana reserves which he had grown throughout the centuries were emptying. Sooner, or later he would have to abandon this fight and look for a way for Nazarick to survive. If nothing else, then he would protect them, them and Ellee. He would take her, and the children far away from this planet that was doomed to wither and die. He owed them that much. As he stilled himself for retreat, he saw a tentacle coming down on the barrier.

"No!" He called out and lunged forward, grasping at space he sent forward a slash that distorted and rewrote reality to its caster's design, but… he was too late. The barrier already shattered, it mattered not that the {Reality Slash} severed the massive tentacle that had a diameter of hundreds of kilometers.

The planetary sized cosmic horror screeched in pain and retorted by charging a beam of pure eldritch energy and letting it loose at Ainz Ooal Gown.

The greenish beam charged forward and impacted with the power of a Supernova. It sent Ainz flying into the moon and right through it. He stops right in front of the New World, the planet he was fighting to protect. The line his skeletal feet dragged still smoldered even in the freezing cosmos.

The bones that made up his body glowed in the unbelievable heat and Ainz could feel his Hp draining. Fire and heat weren't good for an undead like him, much less so this extreme degree.

Ainz had no doubt that if he were still only as strong as when he first trod the new world he would have been evaporated under such heat. Thankfully, he was no longer the same undead as back then. Still, the battle did not look good for him. The earlier beam had activated his safety measures and the delayed teleportation set up, and he had to decide in a moment's notice to cancel out the spell.

If he were to dodge that attack, then the world be no more. There was no way that the New World could weather such an attack. Having a tentacle or two impacting the world would be disastrous but allowing such a deadly beam to reach the atmosphere would be the end of life in the world. And thus, Ainz has stood his ground, and gritted his teeth as he tanked the hit. The many protective barriers around him glowed and shattered, effectively leaving Ainz all but helpless. That is if he wasn't so careful and overprepared for today's battle.

Ainz had predicted that some unforeseen circumstances may makes it more difficult to achieve victory against the World Serpent and thus he has arrived prepared for all scenarios. Even one where he had to face off against something above that of the World Serpent.

Although, his trump card was on cooldown he had to try bringing down the great abhorrent creature. He resolved himself and reached out with both of his hands, and he began spamming his spells that caused instant death. Although they had slight chance to work against an opponent such as this, throughout the years he had improved his probabilities by a great margin.

{Death} {True Death} {Grasp Heart} {Embrace of Oblivion} {Execute XII}

The first three were Yggdrasil spells, empowered by his new status and reworked mechanizations they were much stronger and could overcome death immunity even without his trump card. That said they had still under 0,0001% chance to work on a being that was so far removed from reality.

A being that put Raid Bosses and World Enemies to shame. The latter two spells were of the 12th tier and put quite a strain on his body, but they were the ones that could most definitely beat this thing. They had instant death effect and their probability to work was around 0,3%.

After the first ten casts Ainz abandoned casting {Death} and {True Death} and used only {Grasp Heart} and 12th tier instant death spells. By casting Grasp heart, he didn't achieve what the spell was primarily intended for, but its second effect was all that he was going for anyways.

Even if the spell were resisted the target would be stunned for a short while, and Ainz would just recast the spell before the stun effect ended. By abusing this loophole Ainz kept on blasting the cursed thing with as many instant death spells as he could, all the while keeping a careful note on how much mana he had left.

It was at this time that the guardians and the Sacred flames with their individual armies had arrived at the border of the atmosphere and the sight greeted them.

A skeleton glowing in the darkness of the cosmos, before him a swirling family of tentacles and huge, unnerving eyes mixed into the body that was the terror of the abyss. The leviathan stood unmoving, only the tentacles spasmed slightly as the eerie pale orbs of the Undead God focused solely on the beast.

"What th- "Anton muttered, but was cut off as a feminine voice, filled with unruly fury echoed inside his mind.

"What are you waiting for?! Attack! Protect Ainz!" The Succubus commanded, her voice echoing inside the minds of many. The forces of Nazarick didn't need any more encouragement as hundreds upon hundreds, thousands upon thousands of undead and demon alike moved and threw themselves at the massive beast. Seeing that, the Ashen Legions took it on themselves, and they also launched at the enemy.

Albedo reappeared next to Ainz, while Shalltear, Cocytus and Sebas engaged the vast leviathan. Demiurge led his armies and buffed them from the sidelines, while the Sacred Flames all threw themselves into battle, blasting holes into the massive tentacles.