Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 175

The spell Ainz used without any additional modifiers other than to widen its AoE was only a seventh-tier spell – for Ainz nothing more than an afterthought used in a reflex. It was a spell designed primarily to damage a group of opponents – especially heavily armored opponents. The spell has an additional ability to reduce an opponent's armor rating, and its duration and damage were satisfactory. Of course, in a PvP environment, the spell was nothing more than a distraction. While its effect is indeed satisfactory, no player worth their salt would actually allow it to run its full duration – if even a second more before they cast the counterspell.

But Ainz seeing a heavily armored – if in appearance – Cu Chulainn Alter and the presence of other suitable targets, Ainz reflexively used the spell as his opening move.

After all, it was roughly under these conditions that Ainz would have used this spell back in YGGDRASIL.

And, for all the wonders of Ainz's experience and incredible depth of thought in his beloved game, he has no idea how the spell would affect the real world. In an instant, a purely damaging 'sustained exposure area' bloomed on the battlefield. The 'damage' manifests in YGGDRASIL through the action of its underlying strings of code and mathematical equations, its target receiving a stackable debuff to their items and even in their stats.

There are no such things as a 'code' in real life however, and so the 'damage' manifesting in the real world, manifested according to the developers' creative thought and a modicum of logic.

If the Geneva Convention actually existed in the Singularities – and Magi actually cared about such a thing – the spell that Ainz had cast would have definitely broken multiple rules.

Because the cloud of poisonous green that instantly emerged, in keeping with its name, instantly drowned the area in a deluge of stinging acid.

Rama's barely armored body was immediately subsumed by the mist, the suspended droplets climbing even beneath Cú Chulainn's bony armor. All the Servants, even Scáthach, instantly felt the spell gnawing into their flesh like a string of stinging teeth.

When the acid precipitated on their eyes, it was even worse.

But worst of all is the fact that the Servants need to breathe to show off their full strength.

And God helps those who breathe in the searing mixture of Ainz magic and developer creativity in creating fluff.

For a moment it seemed to Rama that his entire being had been replaced by pain – excruciating pain, eating him up from the inside and out, turning every part of his being into a new focus of suffering. There seemed to be nothing but pain – there was no sight or hearing, no feeling of the blade in his hand or the armor on him. Nothing but the all-consuming searing pain.

Rama could not even scream – just one breath had allowed the searing cloud of acid to enter him, turning his vocal cords into nothing more than a lump of meat, blazing with the fire of agony.

Cú Chulainn Alter, capable only of cruelty, felt his arms and legs, his tail and head, even his armor and his body – as if they were dissolving into a torrent of torture.

Even Scáthach, who had passed through a Hell that could not be described in human terms, felt like the acid was devouring her very essence, replacing her mind with a core of throbbing pain.

That said, the damage from Ainz's magic wasn't actually that damaging – as magic that works for a period of time is supposed to, especially for a 7th level spell, its DoT wasn't actually that high.

However, the pain that gnaws into one's consciousness was far more terrifying than any practical spell power.

Even through the blinding pain, Scáthach was still one of the greatest Servants of the Throne of Heroes.