"Worship."

Time: 23:58:10.

Jarbede, Sebas, and the six maids knelt down together to bow down.

Flying Squirrel leaned back to the throne and slowly looked up at the ceiling, now this guild is about to disappear, his heart is full of regret and reluctance, ordinary people's self, lack of financial resources and relationships to change the fact, not to mention that no player has reported the official offline headquarters address of the game so far, and all the people involved are missing like ghosts.

10、9、8……

As the clock ticked by, the flying squirrel closed its eyes and waited until the system forced to log out.

3、2、1……

"Huh?"

Half a minute passed, and the flying squirrel opened its eyes with a blank face.

Anxiety and uneasiness surged in one go, but they were suppressed by the bizarre calmness, and the functions of forced connection, forced exit, chat channel, and emergency termination were all out of order.

The flying squirrel is unhappy with the accident that should have arrived at the glorious end.

"What the hell is this ......"

"What's wrong with you, Squirrel-sama?"

The pleasant female voice sounded, and it was none other than Albede, who had raised his head.

"The facial expression is actually moving!"

The flying squirrel felt as if his heart had paused, and although he didn't feel any obvious panic at the moment, it was undeniable that the facial expression module had never been updated in the game.

"No......"

……

Half an hour later, according to the order of the Supreme Supreme, all the guardians of the floor who could arrive arrived at the throne hall, the maid group turned on the defense of the Great Tomb to the maximum, and the butler Sebas went out to search for all effective information.

The first to arrive was a child who looked to be about ten years old, with a smile as bright as the sun on his face, blonde hair cut near his shoulders, blue and green eyes of different colors shining like puppies on the left and right, long pointed ears, slightly dark skin, and a well-fitting light leather armor with red black dragon scales on it, the guild emblem visible, a metal glove containing magic on his hands, and a huge bow on his shoulder, and strange decorations on the bow and grip.

Yaura, a hundred-level supreme, the son of the dark elves.

At the same time, a child who looked exactly like Aula appeared, trembling and fearful of being scolded, wearing a blue dragon-scale half-length armor and holding a twisted black wooden staff.

Ma Lei, a hundred-level supreme, son of the dark elves.

"Huh? I'm number one. ”

The tone was a little old, but it sounded quite young, and a shadow suddenly appeared on the earth, and then the shadow changed into a shape similar to a door, and someone slowly appeared through the door.

She was wearing a soft black evening dress, her skirt was bulging, and she felt very weighty, her delicate and upright facial features were exposed, her skin was like white ash, her long silver hair was tied down on one side, her crimson eyes exuded a bewitching look, she was about fourteen years old, and her childish appearance was a combination of cuteness and beauty.

Shatia, the hundredth-level supreme strongest, the true ancestor of blood.

"My faithfulness is one step ahead of all of you."

The flying squirrel looked at the source of the sound, and at some point stood in front of him a strange shape that emitted a cold air, the appearance was similar to a huge insect walking in two steps, it was a fusion of a praying mantis and an ant, its whole body was covered with sharp spikes like icicles, and it held a silver war spear in both hands, and the shoulders and back were obviously bulging.

Cosetus, a hundred-level supreme powerhouse, the ruler of the glacier.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

Finally Albede walked side by side with a man with jet-black hair, eyes under round-rimmed glasses that didn't seem to be open, dressed in a suit and tie neatly tied, but even dressed as a gentleman, he could not hide the evil atmosphere behind him with a tail covered in silver metal plates, and a light black flame that constantly shook around him.

Dimiugos, a hundred-level supreme powerhouse, the creator of the Flame Hell.

The guardian of the seventh floor of the Great Tomb belongs to the NPC commander when defending.

All the people who can come have arrived.

In addition to this, there is no self-consciousness of the guardian of the class, and the only one is not Gao Kangda, who was created by the Supreme Supreme. and a link in the ultimate line of defense, which has a very special ability that must be activated after death, so the very low level of Wicktim. Pandora, the creator of the flying squirrel, was responsible for the Treasure Hall and failed to arrive at the scene in time.

The entire Great Tomb undoubtedly has the strength to fight against the world alone, close to the ten supreme powers, any one of them can destroy small and medium-sized kingdoms such as Yestija in an instant, and the hidden killer is even stronger than the world champion Taqimi.

The flying squirrel remained silent, having secretly changed his name to Ainz your Gong in honor of the guild and in search of possible follow-up companions.

And this silence is imbued with the majesty of the supreme supreme in the eyes of the level guardians.

After a while, Sebas returned from outside scouting.

"Lord Flying Squirrel, the location of the Great Tomb is a plain, there is no large gathering place around, only a village called Karn Village, which is currently attacked by organized soldiers, but the level is not very high, the Great Tomb is located in the west of the Kingdom of Yestij, and it should be able to stay away from the core of the large organization."

"What is the strongest in it?" Ainz asked eagerly, he was now full of uneasiness.

Sebas hesitated for a moment, and carefully recalled for a few seconds before answering:

"Overall grade: LV39."

"It's probably a trick, even so strong that you can't see it." Ainz muttered.

Dimiugos stepped out of the queue and bowed gracefully.

"Lord Flying Squirrel is far more thoughtful than us, but to judge the truth or falsehood, you only need to figure out the specific situation of the recognized strongest, theoretically, a supreme like us should not appear everywhere, this is probably what the adult wants to express."

There was a brief silence, and Anz stabilized his mind, he couldn't tell if the Guardians of the Floor would betray at the moment, so it was extremely important to maintain the persona and image.

"Dimiugos, you have a unique vision and can keenly perceive the truth, which shows that the choice to appoint you as commander was not wrong, you still call me Ainz, I am ready to inherit the name of the guild."

"Yes."

The seven strongest men bowed down in unison.

"Then I'm going to test you, what should the big grave do next to adapt to the situation as quickly as possible." Ainz said solemnly.

"First set up an exploration team to find out the details of the nearby kingdom by sneaking in, and then arrange people to figure out the upper limit of the strength of the outside world, and judge the range of next steps to be taken, I suggest that the exploration team be formed by six people." Dimiugos replied.

"No, two of you is enough." Ainz instinctively replied to the suggestion in order to maintain his authority, and in the event of an anomaly, the cost of losing six people at once would be too high.

Dimiugos frowned and fell into deep thought, and then suddenly the continent suddenly changed into a happy and convinced look.

"Lord Ainz is wise!"

Ainz was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and ordered: "Sebas, you are responsible for going to the capital of Jestij, do your best to collect intelligence, and prohibit fighting with people unless necessary, Yaura, you go to find the traces of the strongest, remember to maintain a friendly attitude, on the premise of self-preservation, if the incident happens suddenly, you will make a free decision, I will equip you with world-class props." ”

"Yes, Lord Ainz." Aula fell to her knees.

(End of chapter)