Shalltear - Tears into Ainz

While they went to work on chomping on the vampire bats, there was something biting into the raging winds. It was a crimson lump that flew straight through the tornado at high speed. Its tip was stuck out, and it left a fiery afterimage like the trail of a jet.

Ainz was unable to respond well enough and sharp pain ripped through his body. He could feel all the bones making it up getting crushed and scattered.

While he was distracted in that one instant, Shalltear moved right up in front of him and thrust her terrible weapon into his chest. Crushing bones along its way, the tip all but pierced his back.

“Gah!” He gasped in pain. The hit from the weapon with a battering attribute had taken a huge chunk out of his health. As an undead, Ainz could handle pain. It was suppressed automatically after reaching a certain intensity, like his emotions. That’s why even a combat amateur like Satoru Suzuki could function calmly without getting tripped up by it.

But this was severe.

This felt like his life was actually in danger. Starting to feel far removed from everything, similar to the darkening of one’s vision after severe blood loss, Ainz’s—No, Satoru Suzuki’s fragile mental state faltered.

But Ainz’s will was stronger than that.

The man fighting this battle right now was not Satoru Suzuki. It was the highest ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Ainz Ooal Gown.

Shalltear’s attack was unrelenting as he groped for his next tactic. The blade still inside him, she pushed deeper and deeper. As the tip sank in, the thicker point of the lance drove home. The sensation of his body being ripped apart; the pain coursing through him; his health plummeting.

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Volume 3, Chapter 5.2