When Death Walked the World

Chapter 41 - Oblivion

Ainz stared on as the forces of Nazarick and the New World joined the fray.

It was unexplainable what he felt at that moment. Elation seeing that the feeling was shared not only by his guardians, but by the children he had abandoned for so long yet worry as the creature that was stagnant solely due to his hold continued to struggle mightily, trying to break out.

Strain reflected in those pale white flames, as they flickered in and out of existence. His powers were close to depletion now. Soon, his hold on the leviathan would loosen and then... then all would be over.

Fight bravely, his forces did, but Ainz had no disillusion about their circumstances.

Although, the stronger ones, the guardians, the sacred flames, and a select few others have managed to injure the immobilized terror of the abyss, but it mattered not. Before his very eyes the leviathan regenerated almost instantaneously, making their efforts seem worthless.

Ainz continued to stare on, as time seemingly slowed to a crawl, all the while the ancient orbs of the Undead God became unfocused and the flames quivered.

Albedo, Shalltear, Cocuytus, Sebas, Demiurge, they all stood by his side, all fighting to vanquish the Great abomination of the cosmos.

The Sacred Flames, with the children, armies of hundreds didn't lag behind either, as they willingly threw themselves to slaughter.

Many of the weaker ones simply perishing by entering the vicinity of the cosmic terror, yet they cared not for they finally had a chance to fulfill their purpose, to serve the Supreme one. They were given eternal life for this sole moment, so that one day they make use of it.

Their corpses squirmed and rose. Resentment, negative energy building up, they would not stay down so easily.

The mark of the Supreme one burned brightly on their foreheads as the curse that bound them flared alive and in doing so forced death's embrace to stagnate.

The cosmic terror felt threatened, and it didn't hesitate to call for back up. Its colossal maw opened wide, rows of teeth spinning in a circular motion, it spewed out innumerable lesser horrors of the abyss, to slow their advance.

The Ashen Legions were neither alive, nor dead... they had evolved. They had become undead. They would live and die in service to the master. They would not go down without giving their all in a fight.

As the hundreds of fallen rose, so did their power. For they were no longer limited by their weak bodies, they joined the fray once more, not caring as their limbs were torn, and spines shattered in the carnage.

Ainz felt his senses distort, and his conscious left the battlefield behind.

The ancient body, that was his refuge throughout the past centuries continued to discharge spells after spells on autopilot. {Grasp Heart} being the most prominent example, while Ainz himself had a view of the raging battle, taking in every little detail in a slow motion.

But it all felt so... distant, so inconsequential as the mind of Suzuki Satoru traveled back in time, reliving the memories of his past self. The pains, the hardships he had suffered as a denizen on a dead planet.

The relief, and delight he experienced when he joined a group. Yggdrasil, truly it was his home. It wasn't heaven, far from it in fact, but still... it was such a welcome relief from his everyday struggles. Oh, how he longed for those days, how he craved those past companionships.

He experienced a new world, one that was so full of life. Although, there were dangerous enemies lurking around and about, it didn't change the fact that he was given a new life, a new chance at fulfilling his dreams and desires. He only wished the others could've been here with him.