The first thing that came into Mike's vision was a large hall with high ceilings.

The walls are based on white, with intricate decorations dominated by gold.

Several luxurious crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling are made of seven-colored gemstones, radiating a dreamlike glow.

Several huge flags hung from the ceiling to the floor on the walls.

This hall is fitting for the name "Room of the Thrones", and there is no better adjective.

And the breath that rushed towards everyone from the hall made the faces of the five Imperial Masters except for Mike and Altaïr instantly turn pale.

Even Mike has a lot of pressure in the face of this breath.

In the center of the hall, a crimson carpet was draped, and on the left and right sides stood a group of beings of indescribable strength.

Demons, dragons, marvelous humanoids, armored knights, bipedal walking insects, elemental elves.

They come in all shapes and sizes, but the power hidden within them is beyond the norm.

This kind of existence is lined up on the left and right, so that the number of people does not want to count.

The beings stared at Mike and the others in silence.

Even Gilkenifer, who has been in a high position for a long time, can barely withstand the pressure.

It is generally believed that people of high status have some degree of power in their eyes, but for the first time, Jiknif seems to feel the pressure of a physical nature.

However, the look didn't do much to Mike, and he was able to ignore it.

But Mike was still a little moved on his face, and the true strength of the Great Underground Tomb of Nasalik was clearly displayed in front of Mike's eyes here.

However, Mike knew that the existence standing on either side of the hall was not actually the real high-end combat power of the Great Underground Tomb of Nasalik.

It's only mid-range.

A real high-end combat force, Mike moved his gaze to the front of the carpet.

There was a flight of stairs at the far end, surrounded by a group of people who seemed to be close to each other.

A beautiful girl with silver hair, a pale monster that looks like an insect standing upright, a man in a suit who looks like a frog and a man at the same time, and two dark elves.

When I looked up the steps, there was a beautiful woman with horns and wings.

Behind her sat the Crystal Throne, wielding a monstrous staff, the terrifying embodiment of death.

A monster with a skull exposed.

It's like darkness concentrating on a single point, condensing into an existence.

- That is, that's Ainz? Your? Respectful.

Namely, flying squirrel, Satoru Suzuki, a human who came to another world by chance.

Although they all traveled to another world, Max thought about the different encounters between himself and the flying squirrel, and the resentment in his heart surged like waves.

It's all time travel, it's all human, it's all coming to another world.

Why are you at full level, and you still have a lot of full level subordinates and luxury bases, and I just have a broken door?

If it weren't for the fact that the door had changed as he traveled through the world, Mike would have died in the stench and darkness of Oventhal's unknown alley.

Taking a deep breath, Mike looked at the high-end combat power of the real Nasalik Underground Great Tomb, and the urge to call each of them by name suddenly appeared in his heart.

Sebas Ray, Wicktim, Dimiurgos, Mare Bello Fiore, Yaula Bella Fiora, Cosetes, Shatia Bradflen, Yarbed.

and Ainz your Kon!

Taking another deep breath, Mike pressed the urge to his heart.

Unless members of the Ainz Ul Gong Guild and others can name these Guardians so clearly, then they must be suspected of stealing information about the Great Underground Tomb of Nasalik.

For such suspects, the Guild of Ainz ul Gong usually handed them over to Niroste Peingir, i.e., the torturer for interrogation, or for the terror officer to interrogate.

So, until the specific situation is clear, Mike doesn't plan to cause more trouble.

After introducing Mike and the others into the hall, the Dark Elf siblings walked quickly to restore their lives, and then stood in a concave position where they should stand, adding momentum to their master.

Looking at the gaze of the flying squirrel on the crystal throne in the distance, wearing a magnificent crown on his head, wearing a luxurious black robe, several rings on his fingers, and a fire as red as blood in the sockets of the skeleton, Mike stood up straight and waved his hand back, "Let's go." ”

Immediately, he walked side by side with Altair towards the end of the carpet.

Seeing this, Gilkenifer also hurriedly followed, and the same was true of the Four Knights of the Empire.

Click~

Altair's heels were pressed against the thick carpet, but they made a crisp sound.

She stood at the front of the carpet, with Mike on her right, followed by Gilkniffer and five other embarrassed Imperials.

So, Altaïr couldn't help but joke: "This is your hospitality like a flying squirrel?" Give me and my people a call? ”

"Let me see, so many full levels, it's amazing! His Excellency Ainz your Kon. ”

Altair's words were very confident, and he was quite comfortable with ridicule and sarcasm.

This is because she has the strength that corresponds to it.

However, before the flying squirrel could respond to Altair's words, the Guardians around him immediately reacted angrily.

"Presumptuous! Apologies to our great Supreme Supreme!! ”

Almost at the same moment, different Guardians said something like this in unison.

The roar of the seven full-level powerhouses was naturally extraordinary.

Gilkenifer felt like his head was about to explode in an instant, and Mike was not much closer, and his whole body was a little weak, as if his soul had been spewed out.

"Humph!"

Altaïr flicked his arm, blocking all might.

At this time, Mike slowly improved, but the five people of the empire, including Gilkeniffer, couldn't help but float at this moment, half-kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath.

Mike raised his eyes to look at Altair, he was a little worried about Altair, after all, this was the power of the seven full level superimposed.

But after just one look, Mike was reassured.

Altair's expression was as usual, and he even felt a little like laughing.

Judging from this stance, could Altaïr be able to hit sevens in one hit? Mike couldn't help but make a bold guess.

"Don't be rude!" Seeing this, the flying squirrel immediately shouted, stopping the Guardians' joint pressure test.

He didn't reply to Altaïr's words in the first place, because he was organizing his words and thinking about the wording.

But I didn't expect that I was a few seconds late in speaking, and such an unpleasant thing happened.

"Altaïr, let you laugh, my subordinates are rude, please forgive me!" After stopping the Guardians' rude behavior, the flying squirrels immediately apologized to Altaïr for them.

He then went on to explain to Altaïr why he had done so.

"That's because 、、、"