The scorching sun beat down mercilessly, drenching the ground in blood. Severed heads rolled across the earth, a grim testament to the Sorcerer Kingdom's cruelty.
"Ainz Ooal Gown, I'm here!" an enraged voice thundered from the distance.
Atop the clock tower, a black figure emerged—it was EeDechi, shouldering her giant sword.
Ainz fixed his gaze on the silhouette and gave a curt wave. Cocytus, Shalltear, Aura, and Mare swept forward to encircle her while the death knights released the hundreds of innocent E-Rantel citizens they held hostage.
They had finally dragged EeDechi into the open by using human lives as bait, yet Ainz felt no satisfaction. On some level, he knew that the moment she stepped forward, she had already won.
The reputation and prestige he had fought so hard to maintain, along with the shining glory of E-Rantel, had collapsed in ruins.
From this day on, the Sorcerer Kingdom and his own name would spread across the world as symbols of tyranny and brutality, while EeDechi's heroic stand would be passed from mouth to mouth among every race.
In countless taverns, beside village wells, and along dusty country lanes, bards would strum their lutes and sing of EeDechi's fearless resolve—her courage set against the cold, merciless backdrop of Ainz's cruelty.
But what did it matter? Ainz cared nothing for how the ants beneath him saw him. By wiping out every last unstable element, only he possessed unmatched power. Only he was the true master of the world.
"Order Nigredo, Rubedo, and Pandora's Actor into battle. All undead soldiers, invade E-Rantel and kill EeDechi."
Ainz calmly issued the order. Today, the Great Tomb of Nazarick would unleash every ounce of its killing power to crush EeDechi!
...
William Scott crept silently through the narrow alleyways. A deathly hush hung over everything, broken only by faint sobs drifting from the houses—citizens weeping in terror. For the people of E-Rantel, today felt like the end of the world.
Don't be afraid. You have to find the hero's teammate, Franco! William told himself, steeling his nerves.
The golden key emblem on the back of his hand marked him as a Sorcerer Kingdom Honorary Citizen. It had already helped him slip past several patrols during random checks.
Suddenly, William caught an out-of-place sound.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! … The rhythmic smack of flesh against flesh went on and on, punctuated by a woman's soft, breathless moans that stirred the imagination.
William frowned in confusion. In the middle of a demon-god slaughter that threatened to wipe out the world, who the hell had the nerve to be doing this?
He activated the magic flight item on his boots. The leather glowed with a blue light, lifting him silently into the air toward the rooftop of a nearby church—the source of the sounds.
Holding his breath, William stole up onto the roof. His eyes brightened the instant he spotted the person he had been desperately searching for—Franco!
But the scene before him hit William like a thunderbolt. His mouth dropped open in shock, hanging there slack for what felt like forever, his jaw nearly coming unhinged.
The battle maid of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the insect maid Entoma Vasilissa Zeta, had a dazed, misty look in her eyes. She stood with her legs spread wide, slender waist arched, and both hands gripping the rooftop railing tightly.
Franco had already undone his trousers and stood behind her, thrusting hard and deep, sliding in and out with powerful strokes.
Although Entoma wore a full maid uniform, her face was a flat, beetle-like insect mask. Her hair consisted of writhing, curly centipede segments, and her body was composed mainly of spider-like jointed limbs, chitinous shells, and insectoid tissue. Several long spider legs lay folded and hidden against her back. She looked nothing like a normal human.
"H-Hero, you…" William stood frozen, eyes wide, until a distant explosion snapped him out of his stupor.
"Hmm! You scared me. Oh, it's just William. I'm hard at work here—what's up? Need something?" Franco didn't stop his pile-driver thrusts, turning his head to ask the question casually.
"Uh… Your tastes are pretty damn special…" William didn't know how to continue. He turned his head away, refusing to watch Franco's explicit activities.
"In this end-of-the-world shit, overlooking Ainz Ooal Gown as he destroys everything while I'm busy fucking—that's the good stuff, right? Feels fucking amazing, doesn't it?" Franco threw his head back and laughed loudly, slamming into Entoma even faster, humping away like a horny little dog in heat.
"Hero EeDechi needs your help to crack the World Item [Super] Depiction of Nature and Society! That thing's got forty different ways to break it—you just need to figure out one of them!" William pulled himself together and rushed out the words.
"World Item [Super] Depiction of Nature and Society? I've never even touched one. Hell, I don't own a single World Item, let alone a [Super] one." Franco's face turned dead serious as he paused his relentless pounding.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
On the far side of E-Rantel, countless streaks of light clashed and tore across the sky while the streets below ripped open with countless fissures. EeDechi's furious roar shook the heavens as whole blocks of buildings collapsed and the terrifying explosions rolled on without end.
"No doubt about it—the situation's dead serious! The captain's in real danger!" Franco suddenly slammed harder beneath him and roared, "I've gotta push myself and give it everything I've got too!"
William clapped both hands over his eyes; he couldn't even look at the words "give it everything I've got" anymore. Why the hell was the gap between the hero's teammate and the hero herself so massive?!
"Ah~~~~" The man and woman on the rooftop climaxed together, the afterglow still pulsing through them.
With a soft pop, Franco pulled out of the limp Entoma and let her sprawl across the rooftop.
"All right, let's deal with this World Item ·[Super] Depiction of Nature and Society business."
Franco slipped back into his wizard's robe. "I'm in post-nut clarity mode right now—my head's never been clearer. Don't you have that Innate Talent for 'using magic items'? Come help me out!"
...
E-Rantel, the Sorcerer Kingdom's first city and its model metropolis—once hailed as the jewel in the crown—now lay in ruin, its former glory buried under dust and debris.
The towering clock tower had been sheared clean in half. Several tall buildings had been flattened in an instant, the shockwaves of destruction ripping through the entire city. Broken walls and shattered tiles lay everywhere, while the air rang with the endless wails of the dying and the desperate.
EeDechi was locked in a brutal, desperate fight—the real thing. Her hair was a tangled mess, her face slashed with countless bloody gashes, and several deep wounds across her waist and belly poured fresh blood.
Cocytus, Shalltear, Aura, Rubedo, Mare, and several warriors EeDechi had never seen before all charged at her at once, throwing themselves into a savage life-or-death brawl.
"Cough!"
EeDechi spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. A heavy blow sent her flying, smashing straight through dozens of buildings before she finally skidded to a halt.
"EeDechi, hold still and let me cut you down!"
Rubedo threw her head back in wild, gleeful laughter. Her flaming red hair danced like living fire as she swung a gleaming silver greatsword ten meters long, its blade rippling with an eerie crimson glow.
She shot forward like a crimson streak, charging straight at EeDechi with a savage grin. "Kill you, and Lord Ainz will finally let me leave the Great Tomb of Nazarick!"
Cocytus came hurtling in from behind, a silver flash of light. Rubedo shot him a furious glare. "Cocytus, fuck off! Don't you dare steal my kill!"
Cocytus's deep, rumbling voice boomed back, "Lord Ainz ordered us to work together. I won't bother teaching you a lesson right now!"