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- “Fireball!”
- A tier-three area-of-effect attack spell whizzed past her into the militia formation. Remedios may have been able to withstand such magic, but for the civilians, it would be fatal—
- “Wall of Skeleton!”
- A grotesque wall of skeletons appeared before the militia, and the Fireball spell splashed off it.
- Someone yelped in surprise.
- First, because the situation was incomprehensible. But the surprise gradually transformed—because they spotted a figure floating down to the top of the horrifying bone wall as if gravity didn’t apply to it.
- And its voice spoke with no bitterness and so much kindness, it felt out of place on the battlefield.
- “I realize this could be a valuable lesson about war, but I can’t watch a three-on-one fight. You don’t mind if I join, do you?”
- The owner of the voice was an undead.
- There wasn’t a single person in the city who didn’t know who he was. It was none other than the same person who had refused to fight on this battlefield because he needed to recover his mana.
- It was the King of Darkness, Ainz Ooal Gown.
- ***
- Volume 13, Chapter 4.4
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