Ainz - Terrible Comedian

He quickly sandwiched the bufolk’s head between his hands.

The King of Darkness must have been awfully strong, because no matter how the bufolk struggled, he couldn’t escape. Giving up on that, he gripped his spear farther up the shaft to stab the king. Well, it looked to Neia like it pierced him.

But the King of Darkness didn’t so much as flinch. Had he blocked the attack with defensive magic?

“You’re different from that troll.”

With a nasty spurting noise, the bufolk’s eyes popped out.

One look was enough to tell it was a lethal wound. No, it would be worse if that hadn’t killed him.

When the king let go, the bufolk fell to the ground. His arms and legs were flailing, but Neia had trouble sensing any will behind the movements.

“Wh-what did you do to him?” she asked timidly from behind, and he answered nonchalantly as he shook his hands out.

“Crushed his skull. When someone’s in a frenzy like that, you could deal a lethal blow and they still might not go down. But if you completely destroy their brain, it appears to be a different story… But wow, he was so fragile. Only a little thicker than an eggshell—I’m joking, you know!”

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Volume 12, Chapter 3.3