"Tch, a fellow with no self-respect!"
Someone was very displeased to see this cadre surrender to the other side so spinelessly. This bastard knew the Sword Saint but didn't even think about helping his brothers. If surrender were an option, they would want to surrender too; after all, the Sword Saint had come knocking at their door, and they didn't think the so-called Six Arms could fight the legendary Sword Saint.
Ainz Ooal Gown looked at that one Merchant who ran behind them with a flattering smile, momentarily unsure of what to say. Although he already knew the Sword Saint had a huge reputation in this world, this was just too exaggerated. Just by seeing the Sword Saint for a moment, the morale of such a notorious organization was severely struck, and even a cadre-level figure surrendered to them before the fight even started.
When would their Nazarick and the name Ainz Ooal Gown gain such great prestige? Ainz was very envious. One of his goals was to let the world know the name Ainz Ooal Gown, using it to find companions who might have also transmigrated to this world, though he didn't know if his former companions had transmigrated here like him.
Tsukasa noticed Ainz Ooal Gown was slightly distracted: "Does Lord Ainz have a different opinion?"
"No."
Ainz snapped back to his senses.
"I am not an unreasonable person. If you all can sensibly surrender to us, I can promise to give you a quick death."
Although he wanted to avoid combat as much as possible, Ainz did not intend to leave them a path to live.
After all, he had already brought the Guardians to attack this place. These guys would either become experimental subjects or become the dead; there was no second possibility.
As for the option of becoming external members of Nazarick? That option didn't exist from the start. Although Ainz knew that Nazarick was set as a villainous faction with negative karma values, that was just a setting in the game. He believed that even if he wasn't a good person, he was definitely not a villain in the true sense. Otherwise, he wouldn't have immediately led everyone from Nazarick to fight the Goddess Cult upon learning they wanted to destroy the world. One must know that even if the Goddess Cult possessed the power to destroy the world, doing so would never be that easy.
He could have clearly taken Nazarick into hiding to continue accumulating power, waiting for a better time to clean up the mess. Although his current decision was partly due to his concern that Nazarick might not be able to handle the situation if he waited, deciding to face the Goddess Cult now was enough to show Ainz's attitude. Perhaps he would become extremely radical regarding matters involving Nazarick, but in other matters, his current thinking was still quite positive.
So Eight
Fingers, this group of people who have done every evil, are not qualified to receive his forgiveness. In his view, being willing to let this group of people die quickly was an act of great kindness. Although Ainz indeed hadn't completely fallen into evil, the game's settings weren't without any influence on him, as he was proving now. After all, the soul that was once a player simply could not resist the influence of a max-level King of the Undead.
Rather than saying a former player transmigrated to become the Supreme One, in Ainz's case, it would be more accurate to say that a King of the Undead obtained a Transmigrator's soul and was devouring that one soul step by step to become the true Ainz Ooal Gown.
"Are you kidding me? Your Excellency means for us to just surrender and let you kill us?!"
The cadres who originally intended to surrender were all enraged upon hearing Ainz's words.
They indeed feared the Sword Saint's fame, but as vicious criminals, it was impossible for a mere name to make them commit suicide. Even if they were to die, they would put up a final desperate struggle. Ainz's words had completely activated their fighting spirit.
that one cadre who just surrendered couldn't help but shrink his neck and follow closely behind Alice. His forehead was now covered in cold sweat, and he felt incredibly lucky in his heart. If he hadn't been part of the Merchant Guild and acted decisively the moment he saw the Sword Saint, he probably wouldn't have had any hope of survival if he were even one step slower.
Because that one Magic Caster traveling with the Sword Saint didn't intend to let them live at all. As for whether it was possible for Eight Fingers to escape from this Magic Caster and the Sword Saint, he felt it was pure wishful thinking and completely impossible.
One must know that the legend of the Sword Saint wasn't just talk; it was certified by various guilds and merchant houses, and even the Slane Theocracy. To be able to travel with such a Sword Saint and even communicate with her as an equal, one didn't even need to guess what level of terrifying figure such a Magic Caster must be. Facing a lineup of the Sword Saint and a Magic Caster of the same level, Eight Fingers didn't have a one-in-ten-thousand chance; they would definitely be beaten to death.
Ainz didn't continue with useless words: "They don't have the power of Twilight on them; there's no need to keep them anymore."
Because the current number of captives was already sufficient.
A nominal leader of Eight Fingers and a Merchant who had reached the rank of cadre—if these two didn't know the information, then the remaining people couldn't possibly know either. Originally, they would have had value as experimental subjects, but now that the Sword Saint was by his side, and considering that the Sword Saint was a righteous character in this world, Ainz felt it was better not to display such things in front of her.
"Don't be too arrogant! Don't think you can scare me just by relying on the Sword Saint's name!"
Security Department Head Geno stood up and spoke.
"Brothers, time to work. This is a prehistoric-level prey like never before. If we can hunt the Sword Saint here, from now on, we Six Arms will be the strongest monsters in this world!"
Behind Geno, five figures stood up.
From their auras, they indeed seemed somewhat extraordinary. Hearing Geno's words, Tsukasa couldn't help but narrow her eyes. If this trip hadn't been led by Ainz, Geno would likely already be a corpse. One must know that Tsukasa had never been soft-hearted toward enemies who dared to challenge her.
Ainz sized up the six people opposite them and looked at Demiurge with confusion: "This is the legendary Six Arms? Are you sure they are really as strong as you said before? I feel..."
Demiurge remained silent.
Sebas added from the side, "Are you sure there is someone among them who knows the ultimate technique like Spatial Slash?"
"..."
Just as Demiurge was feeling like a failure, a man dressed as a swordsman on the opposite side laughed upon hearing this: "Hahaha, it seems you also know my great name. That's right, I am Peshurian, known as Spatial Slash. I heard the Sword Saint's famous ultimate technique is also Spatial Slash. Why don't we have a contest and see which of our Spatial Slashes is more authentic?"
As soon as this person finished speaking, he saw several people on the opposite side looking at him with horrifying expressions.
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