The flying squirrel didn't know that at the level of his consciousness, the ink-colored dragons were protecting the warm light.

The layers of images in the brilliance are the memories and wills of the original human part of the flying squirrel.

Originally, as an undead creature of the level of a high-level lich, the high-intensity negative energy carried by the lich itself was enough to transform the consciousness of a living person into a cold living dead. If it weren't for Wei Ye's manifestation of the dragon law to protect his self-consciousness, then it would only be in line with the unique thinking patterns of undead creatures.

It's hard to say what that character would do.

Therefore, Wei Ye did not dare to relax at all, and the ink-colored dragon coiled by the Fu Seal flew non-stop, protecting the consciousness belonging to the flying squirrel layer by layer. Not only must the influence of those evil god seeds be eliminated, but even the negative power brought by the lich shell must not be used. It can only be the joys, sorrows, and sorrows that belong to normal human beings, and they are mobilized at this time.

But the flying squirrel didn't know at this time that his self-consciousness had been suppressed and blocked by the seed of the evil god, and was protected and supported by Wei Ye with the secret method of Xuanmen, and re-manifested.

He just mobilized his hands tightly and grabbed the guild weapon in his hand, the "Staff of Ainz your Gong".

Just like these loyal subordinates in front of you...... No, like my family, this staff, known as the "strongest guild weapon", was also the result of the forty-one guild members at that time who had gone through countless twists and turns.

In order to obtain materials, the members of the team who have been tired all day hold strategy meetings all night long, attacking the most difficult dungeons and labyrinths.

In order to forge this staff, even the entire staff was asked to take a leave of absence, just to fight against a world-class hidden boss.

In the process, some people were reprimanded by their superiors, and some people were dissatisfied with their families, but they laughed and apologized, and everyone still gathered together for the bond between friends and the glory of Ainz your Gong.

And in front of him, the children left behind as friends, whether they are powerful guardians or relatively weak maids, are about to be killed under the effect of their mutated bodies......

Slay.

Destroy.

These two words came straight to his mind.

――I, who cherish Ainz your Gong more than anyone else, am I going to destroy what you have created every day and night?

――Am I, who value Ainz your Gong more than anyone else, killing the children that everyone has entrusted to me to care for and protect?

The pain that tore through the heart tightly grabbed the flying squirrel's heart. But in front of him, there were only maids and guardians who were vigorously distorted by black tentacles.

Don't want that.

Don't want to see that.

The person closest to him is the pure white demon Albede, who is in charge of all the level guardians, with long black hair, black wings stretching out from her waist, and golden pupils, which make this female demon have a wonderful beauty that is difficult to resist.

In her hand, she clenched a strange metal short staff, and the black orb on the head of the staff was suspended, bringing a faint negative aura, blocking the tentacles from strangulation.

Because of this, she still has enough time to cry out to the master she believes in her heart: "Lord Ainz, please calm your anger! We will always honor you as our master, but Lord Ainz has changed ...... in you."

The flying squirrel didn't answer her, and the images that he didn't want to see unconsciously flowed in front of him, the black tentacles that would devour all the guardians and maids, the great tomb of Nasalik, and all the traces left by the flying squirrel and his friends.

Eventually, the tentacles will devour the flying squirrel itself.

Who else cares about the glory of Ainz your Kon, who cares?

Don't want to take it.

Unacceptable.

The glory and memories of Ainz your Gong are the only treasures I have, and no one can take them away! Even if they were to be destroyed, they would only be destroyed in my hands!

The appearance of this thought startled even the flying squirrel itself, but then the whole thought could no longer be contained.

The lich's fiery eyes fell on the staff in Jarbed's hand.

This is one of the guild's strongest treasures, the wand known as the "Abyss of Hell", the last gift given to his "daughter" by the alchemist who created Jarbede, Jadelu, before leaving the game.

The "Abyss of Hell", along with ten other treasures collected by Ainz your Kon, has been dubbed "world-class items" and is derived from a magical plane called the World Tree in the game. Every leaf on the World Tree is a world, and when these leaves are devoured by the insects and demons that represent the end of the world, the remnants of the leaves are world-class props.

However, with the manifestation of Ainz your Kyo's base, the Great Tomb of Nasalik, the power of these treasures has also been revealed.

Only such a treasure can destroy the Great Tomb of Nasalik, which is guarded by powerful magical powers.

"Jarbede!"

The flying squirrel looked at the pure white demon in front of him and made a final decision: "Use your wand 'Hell Abyss' to hit the staff of Ainz your Gong!

The world-class treasures "Hell Abyss" and "Ainz your Gong's Staff" are among the strongest treasures in the Great Tomb of Nasalik, and when they collide, they will only cause doomsday results.

But for flying squirrels, it's also the best outcome.

Let everything you have with Anz your Gong be buried here.

The pure white demon of "Lord Ainz ......" stared at the flying squirrel with golden eyes, and finally her face showed a happy smile that can only be described as "gorgeous".

Between the clash of wand and staff, the pure white demon embraced the lich in front of him at the last moment, and put his face on the flying squirrel's chest contentedly: "Yes, my flying squirrel-sama. ”

The black miasma and red flames turned into a sky-high dragon and soared into the sky!

It is difficult for anyone to find out in such a shock wave like a large-scale nuclear explosion, and there is a starlight flashing in the sky.

......

.........

On August 17, the 48th year of Qianlong, there was a big earthquake in Zunhua, the sound was like a rushing car, such as a thunderstorm, the night was bright like day, and the three months were inexhaustible, the tombs of the ancestors and the holy ancestors all collapsed, and Changrui Mountain fell into a deep valley.

Zunhua, Yutian, and Fengrun all moved, and the houses were toppled, crushing the men and women. At this time, too, the mourning sect was captured and sent to Baoding, and the world thought that Qingzuo would be the end of the test.

-- The first edition of Chung Hwa Book Company's History of the Qing Dynasty. Disaster Chronicles", edited by Ji Yun et al