When Death Walked the World

Chapter 27

Yesterday Ainz had devoured the skills, abilities, and raw power of tens of thousands of his summons. Still his Hp kept dropping ever so slowly, Ainz concluded that Hastur had used an unbreakable curse on him. His first thought was poison, but since he had absolute immunity to it, only curses remained. He had enough of the bullshit of the elder gods! Cursing him left and right, without cause or compelling reason. He would show those hypocrite assholes not to mess with people like that!

First, however he had to regain his strength, and then further improve so that he could stand against them effectively, and he wouldn't become their laughingstock.

He just finished absorbing the Cherubim Gatekeepers and the Seraph Empyrean which he called forth with the use of {Wish upon a star}, when a shadow blocked out the sun. The Dragon Emperor arrived with his lackies, of course, they couldn't leave him alone, why would they? Ainz was frustrated as it is, he didn't need another trouble to deal with.

The giant lizard with his army of dragon lords landed all around him, ready to pounce him. Ainz couldn't hide the sinister smile forming on his skull. "No matter, this should make things easier." He thought.

The dragons flinched under his gaze when his crimson orbs flared alive with intense hatred. The fire itself changed color, no longer blazing a bright red, but a black flame. A flame that blackened the very soul.

Ainz called out making a mockery of the foolishness of the Dragon Emperor, while he lifted his hand and dark chains fazed into existence biding the pitiful creature. The ruler of the most powerful species was on his knees, slowly wasting away, as the chains gradually sank into his flesh, burning it to a crisp in the process.

The Dragon Emperor cried viciously as he failed around trying desperately to loosen his bindings, all futile. Soon there was nothing left of the Dragon Emperor, – Ainz had absorbed his essence.

The other Dragon Lords were so lost that they couldn't move. They shuddered when the searing gaze of Death fell on them. The last thing they'd see is a skeletal hand grasping for them, before everything became dark.

Ainz kept using {Energy drain}, and soon there was nothing left on the plane but dust and empty husks. First, he was angry that the Dragon Emperor still got on his nerves, however he more than made up for it with his sacrifice.

He was satisfied with the results. He also felt several changes in himself after absorbing so much essence, so much power. Additionally, he had complete understanding of Wild magic, he thought that somehow, he had absorbed it from the Dragon Emperor, maybe he had a skill or a class that allowed such. He would check it later.

He viewed his status using a unique spell he himself had created, when he did so only three words escaped his mouth.

"What the fuck?!"

Every single one of his stats have suppressed the limits, and he couldn't read the amount that was displayed. The lines measuring each of his attributes were off the charts. Where his level was displayed a strange sign was shown, and the classes and jobs which he obtained were blurred between the lines, as if his status were overflowing.

It was forced inside, threatening to break the sensitive spell measuring his power. He needed a stronger version of his spell to view his status window, – he concluded. He cast {Gate} and turned to his destination, to the capital of his kingdom.

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Ellee saw her husband returning from the battle, though no scar was visible on his form, it was a terrific battle, and it must have taken its toll on Ainz. She welcomed him with open arms.

She wasn't surprised in the least when Ainz wasn't in the mood to talk. She accompanied him, to his room, before he asked to be left alone. She saw that he had much to reflect on, she left him for the night.