Give Zongman some collapse shock

Xilin spoke to herself, not taking the alien in front of her seriously.

"Glorious Emerald Body, activate."

The Bone King, who had secretly blessed himself with a set of BUFFs, directly cast a defensive magic to avoid the space slash.

He stared at the girl fiercely, with unprecedented anger.

The Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, the symbol of the guild, is a divine artifact rivaling world-class items. However, its greater value lies in the staff itself, a unique guild weapon whose destruction spells the end of the guild.

Fortunately, the enemy almost succeeded. Just a little bit more!

Bone King was grateful for this. After all, in guild wars, prioritizing the protection of guild weapons was a rule common to all guilds in the game. What the other party had just destroyed was merely a temporary replica used as bait.

The real Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown could not be stored in the system item library due to its special nature, so it was hidden in a place only he knew at the first moment.

"Being able to invade here silently and even destroy the guild's weapons, you must be the most powerful 'player' in your guild. But you've infiltrated the deepest reaches of the enemy guild alone. Isn't that a bit disrespectful of Ainz Ooal Gown? Or do you have the confidence to escape the combined attack of the Guardians and me?"

Bone King wants to find out some information.

It is a pity.

"Don't try to be clever, we're watching you. It's strange. You were such a dull person as a human before you crossed over, but after becoming an undead, it's like your personality has completely changed. Is that the real you, or do all humans become like this after liberating their nature?"

Xilin looked at the Bone King with interest.

The implicit message of this sentence is too shocking.

For a moment, Bone King stood there in a daze, until Xilin became a little impatient, and then he reacted.

"You...what did you say just now? What do you mean? What do you mean by me, as a human being...you know how to travel through time? I came here and became like this. Was it you who did it?!"

anger?

stunned?

Horrified?

It seems to have everything, but not completely.

Bone King's emotions completely escaped the constraints of forced calmness: "What on earth did you do to me?"

"That's the reaction? It's disappointing."

Sirin immediately lost all desire to communicate. Out of a last act of pity, she took out a staff identical to Ainz Ooal Gown's and said, "Just so you know, the staff I just destroyed is the real thing. This is a replica."

As if in humiliation, he casually threw the staff to the ground.

Xilin's figure gradually blurred and disappeared bit by bit.

"Don't even think about leaving! Teleport delay activated!"

However, nothing happened.

"You know, in a world where magic develops normally, so-called magic is usually just a poor imitation of divine power by humans."

Xilin's voice echoed between the thrones like a sneer: "Your power comes entirely from the system, but do you possess the wisdom to push magic to the heights of power?"

"what is going on?"

Bone King's mind went blank.

The enemy knew everything about his journey, and magic was completely useless against the girl just now?

"Master Momonga, should you explain to us now?"

"What exactly is going on? There's also this inexplicable guild war. You should know the reason, right, Master Momonga?"

"Cocytus, Aura, Mare. Now that they've lost their guild weapons, they can no longer be revived. They're truly dead. Momonga-sama, isn't this your responsibility?"

The guardians were uncharacteristically disrespectful towards the Supreme Being.

No, strictly speaking, the moment the guild's weapon was destroyed, the guild collapsed. The Great Tomb of Nazarick lost its sovereignty and became a kind of wild dungeon. And as a "player," Bone King naturally had to endure the hostility of neutral monsters.

Even if the memory tells the NPC that the 'player' in front of him has a close relationship with him and is a companion of his creator.

Not attacking Bone King immediately was already a sign of their rationality.

"Wait! Demiurge, Shalltear, what are you talking about? That's Momonga-sama, our Supreme Being!"

Albedo stood in front of Bone King.

Obviously, there are exceptions to this.

"Demiurge, calm down. The enemy is stronger than I imagined. What we need to do now is to take out [Twenty] immediately. Only then..."

Halfway through his speech, Bone King was stunned.

From the moment the guild weapon was destroyed, he could no longer take out any items from the treasure hall.

NPCs naturally have no authority either.

The World Item Deathmatch Invitation is not a normal guild war, but a gambling fight between two guilds that will not end until one side is completely wiped out. It will not stop even if the guild is disbanded.

The enemy's goal from the beginning was to seal off the treasure hall of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and prohibit them from using [20]

No, being able to do this means that the enemy is always aware of one's movements.

In other words...

"You're looking at me, aren't you?"

Chapter 225 The time of judgment has come, revealing your destiny.

"You're looking at me, aren't you?"

Bone King suddenly looked up and asked a question at the empty space.

Aside from its ferocious appearance, the skull looked like a truly dead object, devoid of any emotion. In reality, Bone King's heart was in turmoil, for he suddenly realized that if the enemy's actions so far had been planned, then the prerequisite for their success was that they and their movements were constantly under surveillance.

If that's the case, then Ainz Ooal Gown... no, any resistance from the Great Tomb of Nazarick will be in vain.

Demiurge also realized this problem. He raised his hand to appease the other NPCs. Driven by interests, he temporarily restored the form led by Bone King.

Above the great tomb, inside a battleship hovering tens of thousands of kilometers above.

"Master, what do you mean? Should we meet them, as a token of pity for the impending death of such insignificant beings?"

Medea looked back with interest.

A trifling thing?

Such a statement made Jiang Chen feel a little uncomfortable, but he knew that Medea would only be so contemptuous and derogatory towards her enemies, so he did not intend to correct her.

"I'm not interested. The dead should lie in their coffins, and the demons should stay in hell. Their despair and anger have nothing to do with me, or them."

Jiang Chen closed his eyes indifferently.

To him, the Great Tomb was an enemy that must be annihilated, nothing more.

If there is anything worth caring about, it seems that the only thing left is profit.

The items and equipment within the YGGDRASIL system framework were of little research value to the Empire. Things like magic could naturally be acquired after seizing sovereignty over the system. As for beauties and treasures, they held even less regard.

"Oops, there was an operational error."

Hephaestus suddenly said in a deliberate tone: "I'm sorry, my master, I think those undead creatures over there heard what you just said."

Jiang Chen looked at the God of Fire helplessly: "So, what do you want to do?"

"I hate the undead."

Hephaestus was right.

The goddess was outspoken in her dislike for the undead, and given the chance to teach those lowly undead souls about despair, why not do it?

Of course, Hephaestus knew his limits, knowing Jiang Chen had no desire to communicate with Bone King, and only sent a one-way message. But there was a price to pay, perhaps a double-and-double-duty punishment upon returning to the Empire. He'd gotten used to it, a kind of debt-free existence, trading future stress for present happiness.

Jiang Chen opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

This was why he hadn't played with the Earthly God. Hephaestus's actions had been nothing more than a spur-of-the-moment prank. Any other Earthly God of Fun would have risked being ripped to pieces to give Bone King something outrageous, even at the cost of having their flesh ripped out, to spice up the battle.

"Never mind, Artemis is ready, let her shoot the arrow."

Jiang Chen gave the order lazily.

Now he is more interested in the actions of other teams than Bone King.

"Of course! Just watch carefully, the brilliance of the strongest arrow in the upper realm!"

Hephaestus became excited.

Between the thrones in the great tomb.

I waited for a long time but got no response.

There were times when Bone King always thought he was thinking too much.

Suddenly, a holographic image similar to a system window appeared, with a very sci-fi feel.

In the picture, the environment is in a spacious operations room, and various instruments are flashing with incomprehensible information streams.

The voice came from a man sitting in the command post. Due to some force, the image was blurry. No, it wasn't blurry; they could see the man's face clearly, but the information was like water flowing through the palm of their hand, unable to be intercepted. Even though they were clearly watching, the memory of him was erased at an alarming speed.

Then, I heard these words.

The dead should lie in their coffins, and the demons should be in hell. Their despair and anger have nothing to do with me, or them.

"What?"

After a moment of silence, Bone King finally gained the freedom to speak again.

The body, devoid of flesh and blood, inexplicably uttered a hoarse voice: "What are you talking about? Destroying us has nothing to do with us? It has nothing to do with you? What is this? Who are we? It's not like I wanted to be an undead creature. Why should I accept my fate? Why am I the one who died?! Do undead creatures deserve to die?!"

The excited and angry questioning did not enter Jiang Chen's ears.

The scene that Jiang Chen was paying attention to had already switched to another place.

Even if they knew, they would only sneer: If you don’t die, should I die?

Justice and evil, right and wrong, reason and tyranny.

This description cannot summarize the hostile relationship between the two sides.

If I have to say it, it's just wabi - strong and weak.

It was pure survival of the fittest. If the Empire was weaker than the Great Tomb and was discovered by it, then what awaited the Empire and Jiang Chen would be nothing more than destruction, being kept in a pen like two-legged sheep for experiments, or being thrown into the hands of the terrifying public interrogator, who would torture them and extract their knowledge and secrets.

After understanding this essence, no one will lament this war.

Soon, in the night sky on the back of the planet, the huge moon composed of countless magic circles finally stretched its bowstring.

The Heroic Spirit Squad has completed its evacuation.

Xilin floated right above the big tomb, with a cold expression, looking down from above, like an apostle judging the world, and waved her hand to open the huge space door.

"Now the time of judgment has come. Your destiny is revealed."

On the other side of the door connects darkness and moonlight.

The sudden expansion of the night sky above the daylight brought an unprecedented mythical epic to this reality. All who witnessed this miracle knelt in prayer.

Divine power descends here.

“Buzz——!!!”

The atmosphere trembled violently, shuddering at the pure divine will.

The next second, soft moonlight poured down.

There was no terrifying spectacle of the heavens and earth falling apart or the earth collapsing. Those witnessing the moonlight felt only a faint, hazy beauty. And where the Great Tomb of Nazarick lay, a vast, bottomless pit remained, as if it had always existed, from eternity.

"Life response disappears."

"The soul reaction disappears."

"Energy reaction...annihilation."

"Confirm that the target has completely disappeared."

The Bone King turns to ashes.

Jiang Chen did not care about the information reported by the high elves. Nothing could better prove his victory than the thing in his hand.

"I did receive the spoils."

He was holding a ball of pure white light.