"The defenses are indeed tight."
Ainz looked at the mercenaries who had spotted them immediately, letting out a sigh or perhaps a helpless sound. He then ordered Demiurge and Sebas in front of him: "Eliminate them all. Except for the leaders, show no mercy. Resolve this quickly."
"As you wish, Master."
"Understood, Lord Ainz."
Demiurge bowed slightly, and in the next moment, his figure vanished like a ghost. The crowd opposite was instantly torn apart by a gust of wind. That demon carried out the slaughter with an incredibly bloody yet elegant posture, dancing through the rain of blood as he swung sharp claw-winds to shred everything in sight. His combat power alone was enough to destroy the defenses here. Behind him followed an 'old man' dressed as a butler. This butler named Sebas was a highly refined martial artist. Even without using martial techniques, he displayed inhuman combat power. Every punch and kick showed the style of a grandmaster. Any enemy grazed by his strikes immediately had terrifying internal energy surge into their body, their bones shattering instantly. It was an incredibly clean and efficient killing method.
In the blink of an eye...
The security at the entrance was wiped clean, leaving not a single survivor. Everywhere Demiurge passed was filled with shredded flesh and organs, while Sebas's path was lined with corpses killed in a single strike. Although they used different methods, both perfectly fulfilled Ainz Ooal Gown's command, quickly and decisively eliminating the security at the gate without letting anyone escape or even making much noise. At this moment, those inside still had no idea that the guards outside had been slaughtered.
Demiurge and Sebas stood on either side like ministers welcoming their king. Their king, Ainz Ooal Gown, walked forward, leading the group into the basement of the abandoned factory. The underground area was unexpectedly vast; it likely wasn't designed this way originally but was an underground plaza excavated later. According to enemy-detection magic skills, the enemies' positions and numbers were all exposed to Ainz Ooal Gown and the others, with no secrets left. What followed was very simple. Although it was called an infiltration, as long as they killed all the guards they saw along the way and moved fast enough, they would reach their targets before they could react. There was no need to worry about the targets escaping. This was infiltration.
At the round table, the cadres were still arguing. At that moment, the cadre suspected of being the leader was about to leave with his subordinates. But as they walked toward the exit, they ran head-on into two men dressed as different styles of valets in the corridor. Before the cadre could react, the two men stepped forward, radiating a terrifying aura like ferocious demon gods. His subordinates were torn apart in an instant by the demon in the red suit, while he himself was pinned down by the shoulder by the gentlemanly old man.
In an instant, the cadre lost his freedom.
Demiurge stared at the cadre's face and said knowingly: "This is the founder of the Eight Fingers. Don't kill him. According to the intelligence I gathered, this noble isn't a practitioner; he only successfully established such a gang in the underworld because of his noble influence and personal ability."
"I see. I indeed cannot feel even a trace of powerful Qi from him." Without needing Demiurge's reminder, Sebas had realized the moment he acted, using extremely precise force to deprive the cadre of his ability to resist. With Sebas's power, where even a flick of a finger could blow someone's head off, achieving such finesse required exquisite martial arts skills. Yet he controlled his strength in an instant, showing his mastery over his own power.
Ainz, Tsukasa, and the others followed these two generals inside. The commotion here immediately caught the attention of those at the round table. The originally dark environment was instantly lit by firelight as torches all around were ignited, illuminating every corner of the room. It turned out these people also knew they couldn't move easily in the dark; just now,
the reason they hadn't lit the torches to illuminate the place was that some of them wanted to hide their identities.
But now that they realized someone had broken in, they immediately stopped caring and lit the torches to ensure their field of vision. When they saw the situation at the exit, everyone was shocked.
The man who had gathered them to establish the Eight Fingers was now being held in a butler's grip, and all of his subordinates had been killed.
Being able to do such a thing in such a short time proved the terror of these intruders. One must know that that man's subordinates were once powerful mercenaries or Adventurers, with strength not even below that of the Six Arms. Yet such powerful warriors were killed by these intruders in a heartbeat.
Among them, one cadre hiding his identity noticed that one beautiful black-haired girl in the back when he saw these intruders, and said with a trembling voice:
"Sword... Sword Saint!
"Your Excellency Sword Saint, please spare my life. I will definitely offer all my property afterwards. Moreover, Your Excellency, I never intended to be your enemy!"
What?!
Hearing the words of this cadre.
The rest of the cadres were suddenly all filled with shock.
that one girl was actually the legendary Sword Saint? If this person hadn't recognized her, they would never have thought that this seemingly weak girl was that one who was rumored to have sliced through space with a single sword strike and slain the Archangel! Because they couldn't feel even a hint of an aura from the Sword Saint; compared to those two men dressed as butlers and that one Magic Caster in black robes in the back, this Sword Saint's aura was simply too weak.
However, the moment the Sword Saint spoke.
A hint of her aura suddenly revealed itself, and the Head of the Security Department, that one man who was the head of the Six Arms, instantly felt a fatal danger.
Tsukasa looked at that one cadre kneeling on the ground with confusion and asked, "You know me?"
The cadre pulled down his hat, revealing his true face, and said, "Yes, I serve in the Merchant Guild and have dealings with President Chuwubiss. That lord often mentions your matters in the guild."
"I see. Then you know the purpose of my visit, right?" Tsukasa realized.
It turned out he was an acquaintance of the President.
The cadre nodded hurriedly: "I will definitely tell Your Excellency everything I know without reservation."
Seeing how sensible he was, and since the other party was indeed not a Twilight Cultist, Tsukasa nodded and said, "Fine, I promise not to kill you, but I will hand you over to the Kingdom's judicial authorities next."
"I will definitely remember Your Excellency's great kindness in my heart!" This cadre nodded with immense excitement.
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