Dressed in a gorgeous black cloak, the skeletal chanter of magic, Anz your Kyo, who is large in size, with a white skull and red holes, and a red ball in the center of her empty belly, sits on the throne.

Compared to him a hundred years ago, Ainz your Gong now can show the momentum of being a ruler without any movement.

Because of his past experience, he has little sympathy, no assertiveness, and has forced calm and a kind of subordinate 'help' with a very low value of good and evil of Dimiugos, after a hundred years, the current Anz your Gong has completely lost half of the appearance of Satoru Suzuki, who was struggling in the cyberpunk society at the beginning, and is far from the original Anz ul Gong Guild President Flying Squirrel, and has become an out-and-out ruler of death.

"Dimiurgos." Ainz ul Gong spoke slowly, "Raise your head and report to me what happened?" ”

"Lord Ainz."

The newly resurrected Dimiugos raised his head and faced his ruler directly, reporting all the information he knew, starting from wanting to search for better sacrifices, to crashing into a place he had never seen before, to seeing a large number of strong men who had never seen before, and finally being captured and crushed by the strong men without resistance.

Nothing was hidden, nothing was added to the middle, and Dimiugos told everything he knew.

The flames in the eyes of the Ruler of Death flickered continuously, and he quietly listened to the report of his most powerful subordinate, and even the green light on his body that symbolized the forced cooldown did not fluctuate.

A hundred years have passed, and although the negative 500 justice value set by the Ruler of Death actually has no effect on Anz your Gongzao, but because the vast majority of his subordinates are super villains who are worthy of the negative justice value, coupled with the lack of control, allowing forced calmness to constantly wear away his few empathies, the current Ruler of Death is not only human nature, but all kinds of emotions have also been worn out, and he is getting closer to the pure undead in various myths and legends.

Although Ainz your Gong still loves his NPCs and allows them to behave as they want, it is difficult for him to show the heartfelt love he used to be, as if his 'love' is just an inertia.

"I see." Ainz your Gong spoke, and the majestic voice of the Ruler of Death made him feel like he was giving orders even if he was simply expressing a I understand, making all the Guardians of the Hierarchy tremble, thinking that their Supreme Supreme had thought of a way as always.

This day still came, that terrible world.

Ainz ul Gong whispered inwardly that he didn't know that Heaven existed, but he was quite familiar with the world that Dimiugos was talking about, so he mistook it for his original cyberpunk world.

But it's all the same.

Ainz your Gong had been thinking for a long time that if just a game of that society could give him the power to crush the world now, then if that world really discovered the world, where would he go?

In the end, there is no answer, there is no way.

Anz your Gong, who habitually thinks about everything in the worst and can't think of any solution, simply puts it on the same page, just like he used to indulge in games to escape reality, and lives every day as if it were the last day, allowing the NPCs in the big grave to indulge themselves, and finally completely messing with everything.

However, although it is rotten, Ainz your Gong has still thought about the last resort, and it seems that now is the time to use that last resort.

Ainz your Gong closed his eyes and made a decision, but before he could actually do anything, the whole Great Tomb suddenly shook, and then shook, and then shook violently, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and immediately blasted through the entire Great Tomb, reaching the palace where the conversation was taking place.

"Found you, last xenomorphs!" Custer's voice came from under the helmet, with a thick smell of blood.

"Bold, a lowly animal like you does not kneel before the Supreme Supreme."

"Actually raising your weapon in front of Lord Ainz and trying to resist, this kind of sin must let you enter the horror cell and taste the pain of this world."

Although they had been tortured and killed by the powerless to resist, this moment was different from the last time, and the Supreme Supreme Anzi your Gong was standing behind them, which seemed to give them endless courage, and even the Guardians of the Hierarchy who had died once dared to speak.

“carry the emperors will as your torch， with it destroy the shadows。”

Ignoring the aliens who were dead in his eyes, Custer thrust the chainsaw sword on his shoulder straight into the floor, slowly chanting the old imperial proverbs.

"Cannon branding traitors, destroying ugliness, cleansing the ...... of evil"

The hymn of praise to the emperor slowly sang from the mouth of the demigod who held the thunder, echoing throughout the middle of the palace.

Golden opportunity!

Intelligence Detection, Blessing of the Magic Chand, Advanced All-Attribute Enhancement, Paranormal Intuition......

Although I don't understand what the giant in front of me is doing, with the rich experience brought by countless PVPs, while Custer is singing poetry, Ainz ul Gong constantly applies various amplification buffs to himself and his subordinates, and at the same time constantly superimposes weakening buffs on Custer.

And with the beginning of Ainz your Gong, all the class guardians have also followed suit, and the entire palace is constantly surrounded by countless magic arrays, colorful and colorful, just like the neon lights.

Immediately, after getting ready at the top of their lives, just as Ainz Ul Gong, who was full of buffs, dressed in equipment, and fully armed and ready to fight, was ready to shoot, they found that Custer in front of them had suddenly disappeared.

What's going on? High-level magic invisibility? Or is it a world prop?

A plethora of possibilities flashed through Ainz your Kun's mind, and then after a tenth of a second, he understood that it wasn't magic, it wasn't a prop, it was just because Custer was too fast and too strong!

"Blood sacrifice to the emperor, skull sacrifice to the golden throne!"

A roar like thunder turned into a substantial shockwave, erupting in all directions, and the powerful blood-colored spiritual energy erupted like a volcanic eruption, completely ignoring the negative buff on his body, and also completely ignoring the buff buff on the opponent's body and the so-called shield, the monomolecular blade chainsaw sword was like wielding without any weight, and countless sword lights burst out from the center of the Nasalik Great Tomb, which was completely cut into countless pieces.