Given the enemy's terrifying speed on the battlefield, Demiurge might be closed in on and decapitated before he could even utter a single syllable.
Not to mention the ancient warrior's ability to manipulate air. Once the environment was converted into a vacuum, Demiurge's Command Magic would have no effect whatsoever. After all, Command Magic requires the target to physically hear the words for the spell to take root.
In a vacuum, sound cannot travel.
Ainz Ooal Gown's red-glowing eyes swept across the gathered figures in the hall, weighing his options. If given time to prepare, either Mare or Demiurge possessed the raw magical power to defeat the enemy on the screen.
But right now, time was the one resource Nazarick lacked.
'We must destroy this enemy with thunderous force,' Ainz thought, his skeletal fingers gripping the armrests of his throne. 'Otherwise, Nazarick will lose face. Worse, our tactical weaknesses will be exposed to humanity.'
Ainz accessed the system.
"Come forth. Shalltear Bloodfallen!"
Just as he had summoned all the other NPCs, Ainz used the system to summon her. Starlight flickered brilliantly within the grand hall, condensing into a shimmering manifestation of magic. A Gothic Lolita wearing a magnificent, voluminous black-and-red gown stepped out from the starlight.
"Oh my, am I not the first?"
The True Vampire tilted her head slightly, scanning the Throne Room. Only after confirming that a certain annoying, heavy-chested Succubus hadn't been summoned before her did her radiant smile widen. She lifted the edges of her skirt and bowed deeply to the Supreme Being upon his throne.
Although she wasn't the very first Guardian summoned by the Supreme Being... as long as she was brought online before that annoying old woman, for her, that was enough!
'As I thought, to Lord Ainz, I am much more important than that hag,' Shalltear thought, a blush creeping across her pale cheeks.
"Shalltear!" Ainz called out.
"Shalltear!"
The Supreme Being's repeated calls finally snapped Shalltear out of her own perverted fantasies. She quickly lowered the back of her hand, which had been stroking her flushed cheek, composed her smile, and looked up attentively.
"Lord Ainz. My deepest apologies!" Shalltear bowed slightly lower. "I was simply so overjoyed to be summoned by you from the system! To the point that I got a bit carried away."
'As expected, she hasn't changed a bit...' Ainz thought, raising a skeletal hand to wipe a non-existent drop of sweat from his skull. Looking at her flushed face, he felt his non-existent scalp tingle. In all of Nazarick, the ones he feared facing the most were Shalltear and Albedo. When those two became overly affectionate, it terrified him.
A flash of calming green light suddenly enveloped Ainz's body—the undead passive skill, [Emotion Override], forcefully suppressing his rising anxiety.
Sitting perfectly upright, Ainz spoke in a deadly serious tone. He briefly detailed Sebas's critical situation in New York and the tactical predicament they faced. Without hesitation, he issued the order to deploy.
"Lord Ainz, please leave it to me," Shalltear said, her tone shifting from playful to chillingly dark. "I shall surely bring back the enemy's head."
'To think someone dares to offend Lord Ainz,' Shalltear thought, her crimson eyes flashing with astonishing, predatory killing intent. 'Unforgivable!!!'
With the absolute determination to slaughter the enemy, Shalltear saluted the Supreme Being. Under the gaze of the gathered Guardians, she turned and pushed open the massive palace doors.
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Because of the cataclysmic brawl between Sebas and Hebe Shikai, the streets of Hell's Kitchen had been reduced to a field of pulverized rubble. The burning wrecks of vehicles and the skeletons of collapsed buildings were scattered everywhere.
Despite being thoroughly outmatched in speed and magic, Sebas was stubbornly holding on. Unlike Hebe Shikai's Dragon Bloodline, Sebas's Dragonoid biology didn't grant him the ability to manipulate the elements—but it did give him a body capable of shrugging off immense physical trauma and magical damage.
Therefore, even after suffering a relentless, supersonic beating, the Iron Butler still hadn't fallen.
"A foolish persistence," Hebe Shikai said, his silver hair coated in dust and blood. "As an opponent, your resilience is worthy of acknowledgment. However, your current behavior... can only be called stupid."
Hebe lifted Sebas by the throat with his left hand, effortlessly suspending the butler in the air. At the same time, Hebe straightened his right hand into a flat, razor-sharp blade. Having fought Sebas to the point of exhaustion, he had lost the joy of the battle.
He prepared to deliver a heart-gouging ultimate strike.
As if sensing Hebe's lethal intent, the remaining S.H.I.E.L.D. armored units positioned at the perimeter of the ruins instantly turned their heavy turrets inward.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
A continuous barrage of 120mm shells flew from the tank barrels, arcing through the sky directly toward the Dragon Servant.
Facing the bombardment, Hebe Shikai didn't even turn his head. His expression didn't flicker.
"Yanling: No Dust Land."
A violent, hyper-compressed dome of wind swept outward from his body. The heavy artillery shells that had just entered his airspace were instantly caught in the gale, scattering wildly and detonating harmlessly against the invisible barrier.
Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. tanks, the drivers initially felt a surge of relief. 'The wind can't penetrate tank armor,' they thought.
But in the next moment, the ambient noise of the battlefield vanished entirely.
A sensation of absolute, crushing suffocation immediately set in. Within the expanding range of Hebe's domain, all the oxygen had been violently purged. The thick steel of the tanks could stop bullets, but it couldn't generate air in a complete vacuum.
Amidst the eerie silence, the perimeter instantly turned into a dead zone. Amplified by the Fourth-Order Blood Rage, Hebe's vacuum expanded rapidly, suffocating the S.H.I.E.L.D. reinforcements inside their own metal coffins.
"Lupus! Calvin! Henrik!" The frantic voices of the S.H.I.E.L.D. dispatchers crackled over the secure comms. "Do you copy? Respond! Respond!!"
There was no answer.
"Now, the surrounding ants are no longer bothering us," Hebe said coldly, looking back into Sebas's bruised eyes. "This battle... ends now!"
Hebe thrust his right hand forward violently. His scaly fingertips sliced through the vacuum, aimed directly at Sebas's chest.
Facing this fatal attack, Sebas showed no sign of fear.
He hadn't reached his absolute limit yet. He just deeply disliked his true form.
Sebas's eyes began to glow with a terrifying, reptilian red light. The muscles beneath his torn suit began to bulge and mutate, the fabric ripping as his Dragonoid biology prepared to unleash its true, monstrous potential.
But just as Sebas was about to transform...
A massive, grotesque pink spear—the Divine Class weapon, [Spuit Lance]—fell from the heavens like a meteor, slamming into the earth directly between Sebas and Hebe Shikai with a deafening crash.
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