Ainz vs. Jaldabaoth

Renewed combat had broken out in the sky.

Balls of flames and balls of light were formed.

The crisscrossing spells were probably enough to blow away another neighborhood, but they were so far away, they looked charming.

Still, it was an exchange of energies that humans could never come close to.

This is…

She could see with a sidelong look that everyone on the wall watching with bated breath understood. They followed the battle in the sky in sober silence.

Someone folded their hands. The person next to them followed suit. Everyone on the wall pressed their hands together and gazed up at the sky.

Whatever it was resembled worship.

…This is mythical.

Neia had no idea how much time had passed. Eventually—a commotion erupted.

Everyone saw a single speck fall across the eastern sky—and disappear.

Victory had been decided.

As they all looked on, the sole remaining speck descended slowly. With better vision than anyone else, Neia was the first to clamp her hand over her mouth in shock.

As the crimson flames became visible to the others, a grave quiet enveloped the wall. But no one tried to run. Anyone who saw that battle knew running was pointless.

Flapping his flaming wings, the victor showed himself.

He looked too wretched to have won.

His entire body was covered in scorches from the lightning that had coursed through it, and half his face was caved in. Bright-red gore gushed from a deep wound. It must have been hot, because the blood made a hissing noise when it hit the wall—a hiss that didn’t stop for so much as a second.

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Volume 13, Chapter 5.3