"Mr. Momo, we will be in Yelantil in a few hours."

As the one who guided the way and dragged the floatboard, the magic chanter, who looked to be in his forties, smiled at Ainz.

Before, when carrying out the entrusted mission, because he was too arrogant, thinking that he was a third-order magic chanter, he formed a three-person team with two melee guards, and felt that it was easy to destroy a group of ogres with this combat power, but who knew that there were not only ogres among that group of monsters, but also other monsters, and the other two were killed by monsters in this situation, and he was also in danger after stubbornly resisting.

He was a little desperate, but at this moment, Mr. Momo and Miss Nabe appeared and saved him.

And now, he is about to return to Yelantil to settle the mission, and he is taking the two of them with him along the way.

But......

It was at this time that he heard Mr. Momo's voice:

"Holt, what seems to be going on down there?"

Hearing this, Hult was stunned for a moment, and turned his gaze downward, and in his field of vision, some distance to the northwest, a small village was burning with raging fires.

"Fire?"

Hult muttered to himself, slightly confused.

"No, that's the brilliance of magic." Beside Ainz, Nabe, who was sitting on another float board, spoke up.

“...... Truly...... It seems to be ...... Magic. ”

Hult looked at the location that Ainz was talking about, his tone was a little lacking in confidence, the darkness of the night and the distance, he saw the light, and it was difficult for him to discern the source of the light.

"Anyway, let's go check it out." Ainz's voice came from beneath the armor.

In fact, a voice rang in his ears:

"Hey, Ainz, have you arrived? If you don't come back, you'll kill your little girlfriend. ”

"Haven't arrived yet? Is it true that vampire girlfriends don't want anymore? ”

"I'm serious, if I don't come again, I'll really do it, and the chance for heroes to save beauty is almost gone."

If it weren't for the fact that ......he had become an immortal and had no flesh on his face, Anz would have been covered with black lines at this time.

"Urbet, what is he doing? Bloodsucker? Shatia? What happened to Shatia? ”

Of course, he doesn't have a girlfriend, and the vampire he can think of is Shatia, and the one who will be said to be a girlfriend by Ulbert is probably Shatia.

The setting of Shatia's necrophilia, Ainz is very impressed.

I don't know if it's Shatia or not, and I don't know what happened, but it's best to hurry over.

"It's here, I've arrived."

After hurriedly responding to Ulbert, Ainz landed with Hult on a floating board.

He couldn't use magic, but when he got closer, he finally saw what was going on.

Ulbert, who is using skills that are not available in YGGDRASIL, is fighting a petite girl wearing a mask.

Under the bombardment of his skills, the girl was struggling to dodge.

This girl is not an NPC of Nassalikri, and she is not Shatia.

After a glance, Ainz had already determined that the girl was not a member of Nasalikri, and immediately lost his interest.

However, when his gaze swept over the few people behind Urbet, he couldn't help but be stunned:

"Adoroma, Marre...... Dimiugos is also there!? What are you planning? ”

A little confused, Ainz couldn't help but think.

However, at this time, he remembered something that had happened before.

What Ulbert said, let him play the brave man, and Ulbert himself play the devil......

"Do you mean that I want to save people? All right. ”

.......

At this moment, Ivelère is struggling to dodge "herself" magic.

She's afraid.

Even if the other party was releasing magic, she couldn't feel any breath at all, as if the other party didn't exist at all.

This strange situation frightened her even more than the sickening and powerful malice of the masked demon who stood on the sidelines and watched.

And, whether it's the extermination magic or what's the magic, no matter what magic she uses, the other party can use the enhanced version as soon as possible.

And the source is the illusory book in the other party's hand.

Such a situation reminded her of one thing.

The King of Eight Desires.

Legend has it that the King of Eight Desires, who once ruled the world, still has a city in the desert in the south, which was the capital of the King of Eight Desires when he ruled the world.

It is said that the King of Eight Desires has countless powerful props.

And among them, the most powerful prop that all magic chanters flock to, is-

Nameless Spellbook

Legend has it that this book records all the magic in the world, even if it is newly invented, and it will be recorded immediately.

Even after living for 250 years, Iverere is still skeptical of the legendary King of Eight Desires who existed 500 years ago.

She knew about the existence of the Platinum Dragon King and the Immortal Coffin Dragon King who had destroyed her country, but it was hard for her to imagine that with the existence of these powerful Dragon Kings, there would be other beings who could rule the world.

Thinking of this possibility, Ivelère couldn't help but call out the name of the legendary magic book.

"The Spell Book of the Unknown!? The King of Eight Desires!? No, how is this possible!? ”

Hearing her words, Qin Ren just shrugged his shoulders:

"Anything is possible, little one."

In Ivelai's ears, this sentence is equivalent to acknowledging the identity of the "King of Eight Desires".

This sentence shocked her no less than the tragic situation when Imberia was destroyed.

"No, it's impossible, the King of Eight Desires is just a legend......"

The other party just got the book and was experimenting with the power of this prop.

Even if it is a "battle of life and death" for himself, Evel understands that with the ability of the other party, it is easy to kill himself.

The reason why she was able to hold out for so long was entirely because the other party didn't kill her.

Iverai wasn't stupid, she already felt that she was the other person's toy, the experiment with the book.

When the experimentation ended, Ivelère had no doubt that he would be killed immediately.

But just as Ivel was counting down to her death in fear, a loud bang rang out in front of her.

It was as if something heavy had fallen on the ground.

Ivelère looked up, and the face under the mask that had been slightly shattered turned towards the other.

It was a warrior in pitch-black armor, a bright red cloak swaying behind him like flames.

On each of his hands, he held a giant sword of extraordinary size.

A cold voice that pierced her fear rang out at the same time:

"My enemies should only be demons, right?"

ps: Actually, I really want to write about the king of the mackerel, but the detailed setting of the king of the mackerel is not written in the original work