Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 131

Tesla tried to breathe, but the blood in his lungs made him cough up blood relentlessly in a completely ungentlemanly way.

'Ha, what an absurdity, a defeat in one move.' Tesla would have laughed at such absurdity, if the act wouldn't exacerbate the bloody coughs.

Tesla was already dead, technically speaking. Even a Servant is not able to live without a heart for long, except, perhaps, for a couple of special cases. Among the Legends in Earth's mythos, there were too many 'invincible' heroes, those who 'continued to fight, even after being mortally wounded'. A group to which, alas, Tesla himself could not count himself in.

The destruction of a heart or the head was the only sure fire way to kill almost any Servant. Even Servants who had the disgusting ability to survive even after receiving the most terrible wounds, which could easily end the life of an ordinary person, are doomed to die.

Tesla was not one of them, but he was a Natural-born Genius.

Tesla was not going to die... In the next few minutes at least. After that, it gets a little bit more iffy.

The ability, similar in almost every way to that of Da Vinci's, in Tesla's hands had some peculiarities. But in the end, its function is all the same. Therefore, right now, Tesla were using the vast expanses of his own power in order to copy skills like 'Battle continuation', allowing his body to remain even after the damage he received, which should have destroyed it instantly. To Tesla's great regret, the power of these abilities was not unlimited. And, to no less great regret, all Ainz had to do to unambiguously designate Tesla's death was to use one spell.

Ainz had not done that.

'At least I can see now why the Master is so interested in fighting you.' Tesla smirked, holding back his mirth only by the thought of the subsequent bloody cough. He attacked.

A huge lightning bolt that would make the observers open their mouths in surprise, fascinated as they observed nothing less than God's anger, struck its target. But, like the last time Tesla had done so, the bolt of lighting slid powerlessly over the body of Tesla's opponent. All without causing even the slightest inconvenience to the Necromancer.

A moment later, countless chains woven from hundreds of intertwined bones surged from the ground below Tesla. It dug into Tesla's body, wrapping him completely like a mummy, wrapping the heart-less Servant head to toe.

Even without seeing its effect on Ainz, Tesla understood that his attacks did not work. With his death soon approaching, he was clearly not in the position to keep his trump cards in his sleeves. But, at the same time, Tesla were reluctant to show off his greatest Masterpiece. At least, definitely not while lying in the mud!

In an instant, Tesla's repertoire of skills changed to suit his situation.

As the chains that had previously bound his body trembled, bursting one by one... the next spell hit Tesla's neck.

Ainz, Tesla's opponent, if he could call him that, did not exchange lengthy dialogues and philosophical reasoning about life as he tried his best to decapitate Tesla. No, the Necromancer simply continued to cast his spells calmly, confidently and with nary a peep.

The attack to the neck was supposed to deprive Tesla of his head. Seeing that Tesla could survive his heart being ripped out, Ainz simply went for the next guaranteed kill. Without any prefaces or pause, the guillotine of magic falls.

Unfortunately for the great scientist, even all his vaunted abilities did not allow him to continue to exist without a head.

Unfortunately for Ainz, Tesla was very creative.