Give Zongman some collapse shock

"The biometric marker failed."

"The mental information marker is invalid."

"The soul information mark is stable and the spatial coordinates are being analyzed."

"There are a total of 1,000 Elf soldiers, and currently 999 have safely escaped the game."

"Soldier Subject 667, vital functions have ceased. Soul information markings are stable, information tracking is complete, and spatial coordinates are being analyzed."

The top floor of the gaming company's headquarters had been transformed into a combat command center. High elves operated instruments, performing analysis with exceptional efficiency, aided by artificial intelligence.

"Seal the body of Soldier Subject 667 and compare her soul information marker with that of 'Suzuki Satoru'."

Sitting in the command position, Jiang Chen was a little surprised: "It was a pure soul that traveled through time with the game character, but I didn't expect that the main body would die directly after traveling through time."

"Master, don't be too surprised. It's not a big deal. The soul has simply left the body. It's not true death. There were many similar cases in the Age of Gods. As long as the soul is found, they can be resurrected."

Medea explained casually, staring at the rapidly calculating coordinates on the instrument with a burning gaze.

Allowing the elf soldiers to enter the game is a backup plan when it is impossible to track Suzuki Satoru's coordinates, and it is also an experiment.

Now, it’s time to test the experimental results.

"Now is the perfect time, Master, let's get started."

Medea seemed impatient.

"Calm down, Medea."

After comforting the witch from the Age of Gods a little, and waiting for the coordinates to be calculated, Jiang Chen looked at Xilin.

As the Institute had previously speculated, the coordinates of the other world were not somewhere in the distant starry sky. Instead, they coincided with the spatial coordinates of the Earth, similar to the relationship between the front and back sides of the Earth.

This is exactly what the Queen of the Sky does best.

Xilin snorted coldly and waved her hand lazily.

The air trembled slightly, and the process lasted only two seconds. Most people in the command room didn't even notice anything unusual, and everything was over.

It seems... nothing has changed?

"Okay, as you wish, this is the other world you've been dreaming of."

Xilin said nonchalantly.

If it were a galaxy-scale space jump, Xilin might have to ask Jiang Chen for Honkai Energy. However, to move the mirror to the same coordinates at both ends, simply disrupting the rules of imaginary numbers was just as difficult, but didn't require as much energy. Xilin simply moved the entire building to another world, a pure display of skill.

And secretly provoked Kiana, with an expression that said: "You just can't do it", which made the white-haired ball angry.

"Stop pretending. You're obviously very proud of yourself, aren't you?"

Kiana, who was familiar with Sirin, exposed Sirin's disguise without hesitation.

"Stupid... Haha~ It's just this level, there's nothing to be proud of."

Xilin's expression lost control for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Don't think everyone is like you, always making a fuss and then getting all cocky after a little achievement."

"Huh? What did you say?"

The white-haired ball glared back without showing any weakness.

"Am I wrong? Who is the one who, having just finished school, disregards the rules and runs off to the other world they're conquering to show off?"

"Hmph! Don't think I don't know that you graduated ten days later than I did!"

The relationship between the two is as bad as ever.

"You two, just behave yourself."

Jiang Chen pinched his brows with a headache. Seeing that his words had no effect, he decisively left the space to the two of them and walked out silently with the other members.

Artemis quickly locked onto the location of the Great Tomb of Nazarick through information from the world's surface.

They were not in a hurry to destroy the Great Tomb, but chose to go to the location of Subject 667.

Unlike Bone King, who had brought his guild with him throughout the journey, Elf Soldier No. 667 was alone. His equipment wasn't even top-notch, and his character was just a newly created blank account.

"Did it work? Did it work? My magic, the props I wanted?!"

Medea was the first to rush forward, grabbing the elf soldier's shoulders and shaking him excitedly.

As we all know, the time travel of YGGDRASIL's account originated from the root magic released by the Dragon Emperor.

According to the research institute's speculation, its upper limit is extremely high, and it can even materialize props that pollute the rules of the world.

However, since it is magic, it cannot escape energy conversion. No matter how high the upper limit is, there is indeed a limit.

Simply put, the Dragon Emperor's Root Magic was considered a resource. By converting the Ainz Ooal Gown Guild, they would inevitably acquire a majority share of Root Magic. The Empire's goal was to conquer the world and collect all of YGGDRASIL's 6,000-plus tiers of magic.

To ensure the harvest met the standards, the prerequisite was to ensure that the Bone King successfully crossed over. Therefore, there was no room for error in the process, and the only option was to hand over the share of the root magic.

But that doesn't mean there is no room for maneuver.

As long as we weaken our own game account and retain a single functionality, even if only a small portion of the share can be used, it should be possible to realize it.

Therefore, the accounts of the one thousand elf soldiers are all in their initial state, carrying only one skill and one item.

"I'm sorry, Lady Medea, the magic didn't materialize. However, the experiment with the item was successful."

The elf soldier nodded in agreement and took out a prop that looked like a ticket.

"It failed."

Medea's disappointment was palpable. "It's been weakened to that extent, and it's only the most basic magic by classification, yet it still failed."

According to her assumption, the magic in the game would become real knowledge in another world. Then, as long as she could manifest the most basic magic of a completely different system, she could develop it based on this foundation.

As a result, the magic that should have occupied a smaller share failed.

The props that took up more share were successful.

Disappointed, Medea instantly lost interest.

Jiang Chen took the prop from the elf soldier.

World Item——[Deathmatch Invitation]

It has a single, simple function. Choose a guild and invite them to a duel, which cannot be refused. The winner gains all NPC levels of the enemy guild, as well as system control.

There is no need to say more about specifying the object.

"Use item, target: Ainz Ooal Gown Guild."

The next second, the props disappeared.

I was a bit surprised that they had set this item as a regular world item, not one of the "Twenty", so it should be reusable. But it didn't matter, I only planned to use it this once.

"Okay, girls, the war has begun."

At the same time, Bone King, who had not yet figured out the situation, stared blankly at the system information that suddenly popped up, with green light flashing wildly on his body.

Chapter 222 Bone King: I’m so excited!

The Great Tomb of Nazarick, the tenth floor, between the thrones.

Convinced it was a game bug, Bone King waited alone for YGGDRASIL's server shutdown, only to be transported to another world with his character and guild, unable to contact the GM. Having just calmed down, he attempted to interact with NPCs, but he couldn't even test their loyalty, fearing any sign of weakness would lead to his subordinates' dislike and even rebellion.

In this situation of extreme insecurity, before I could sort out my thoughts, I was startled by the system window that suddenly popped up.

[You have been marked as a target by the World Item Deathmatch Invitation.]

"No, I just got here."

hum - hum - hum -

A green light flashed wildly around him. After forcing himself to calm down a dozen times, the Bone King regained some semblance of consciousness. He leaned back on his throne and took a deep breath, his lungless body. The fear of the human soul was suppressed, and the rational yet cruel thinking of the undead regained the upper hand.

"As I suspected, there are other 'players' in this world besides me. And for some reason, their hostility towards Ainz Ooal Gown is extremely strong."

"Lord Momonga, when you say 'players', do you mean beings like you and the other Supreme Beings?"

Albedo asked softly from beneath the throne.

They were NPCs of the guild, gifted with souls the moment they were transported from the Great Tomb of Nazarick to another world. They had memories of other players, but their intelligence was still nascent. Knowledge that was common sense to Bone King was still unfamiliar to them.

"It can be understood this way."

The green light on the Bone King flashed twice again.

No sooner had he confirmed his time travel than he was targeted by a world item, forcing him into a life-or-death battle with an unknown faction. The overwhelming development left him at a loss as to how to respond.

Even when Bone King looked at the NPC below, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

This is normal.

Everything now required exploration. While the game's setting stipulated that NPCs were absolutely loyal to the player, they now possessed independent self-awareness, the ability to think and perhaps even grow like humans. Could they still be loyal to the player?

If a war breaks out and the Great Tomb of Nazarick is at a disadvantage, will the NPCs choose to betray in order to survive?

Thinking of this, Bone King unconsciously exuded a creepy aura.

"Master Momonga, please calm down."

Demiurge adjusted himself slightly, rolled his glasses, and spoke calmly and elegantly, "They are just fools, just like before, challenging the Supreme Being's majesty. As guardians of our hierarchy, we will never let the Supreme Being be humiliated. We will teach our enemies the true meaning of fear."

“Demiurge…”

Bone King pondered for a moment.

As the game's top guild, Ainz Ooal Gown naturally possesses a formidable foundation. Even if a player only possesses him alone... combined with the strength of the other guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, they are more than enough to handle most guilds.

But he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, and it continued to grow as time went by.

At the moment, it seems that we can only rely on NPCs.

After hesitating for a moment, Bone King spoke: "Demiurge, please analyze the current situation."

"Master Momonga, is this a test for me?"

"Yes."

"Well, excuse me, but please allow me to make a bold analysis. The situation had just… no, to be more precise, the Great Tomb had just been relocated here when the enemy declared war on us. We have very little intelligence at the moment, but it's certain that the enemy arrived here before us and is more familiar with the environment. Furthermore, the enemy 'players' possess world-class items and are privy to the information of the Supreme Beings."

Demiurge bowed gracefully.

"It should be a guild..."

Bone King was still uneasy.

Demiurge's words reminded him.

In reality, as a player, he could imagine much more. Ainz Ooal Gown was well-known in the game, so it wasn't uncommon for the enemy to know their own strength. So, if the enemy wasn't a reckless fool, they were confident they could overwhelm their own strength. Perhaps they were a large, established guild?

If the number of players is not advantageous...

No, local forces also need to be taken into account.

After all, we haven't seen the local forces yet. If the enemy arrived earlier than us, we might have formed an alliance with the local forces and jointly attacked the Great Tomb of Nazarick. The possibility exists, and the possibility is very high.

Excluding multiple guilds, if it is a combination of a large union and local forces, the only advantage our side has is the number of props.

After all, Ainz Ooal Gown is the guild with the largest number of world items in the game.

He stretched out his hand and obtained the golden Nine Snake Staff, which gave the Bone King a little sense of security, and he made a decision.

"Follow me. From now on, Nazarick will be placed on high alert. The Treasure Hall will be open to you. All equipment..."

He wanted to gather all his fighting forces and open the equipment left by his close friends that was stored in the spirit temple deep in the treasure hall.

Then, several orders were quickly issued.

Order Mare to go ahead and transform the environment outside the Great Tomb, creating a new barrier outside the union.

Then, he ordered Cocytus, Aura, and Mare to engage the enemy from the perimeter with standard equipment. If they were killed, they could be disorientated and their intelligence could be gathered. They could then be immediately resurrected within the guild by paying a fee, ignoring the level penalty, and equipped with higher-level artifact-level equipment and world items to engage the enemy.

Moreover, even if we are at a disadvantage, as long as we can hold on for three days, there will be room for negotiation.

Bone King looked at the countdown on the system window, which was the effective time of the World Item Deathmatch Invitation.

No matter what, they had to demonstrate their ruthlessness, the determination to tear a piece of flesh from the enemy even if the Great Tomb was completely destroyed. Otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to reach the conditions for negotiation.

Soon, a forest grew up around the great tomb.

Cocytus, Aura, and Mare were on full alert, and there were a large number of summoned soldiers hiding in the forest.

Bone King summoned all the guardians and watched the upcoming war nervously through props.