Ainz - Durability 6

Two hundred years ago, when an evil spirit had been terrorizing the continent, a single angel was said to have destroyed it. Sealed in this crystal was magic to summon that most powerful angel. It had the capacity to take out an entire city with ease.

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“Holy Smite!”

The spell was cast and a column of light shone down—at least, that’s what it looked like. With a roar, the pale, pure light enveloped Ainz as he held a hand up like a visor.

The seventh tier—this was a spell impossible for a human to cast.

Beings of evil would be “cleansed” by absolute purity. Even if they were good, they would meet the same fate. It was just a difference of whether a little bit of them would be left over or they would be completely expunged. That’s what a spell that transcended human potential could do. It would be strange if it couldn’t do something like that.

...But Ainz was fine.

The monster had neither been expunged, nor fallen to the ground, nor burned to a crisp, nor anything else—he was standing there on his two feet. He was even cackling.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Just what I’d expect from a spell cast by a being strong against evil... So this is what it’s like to take damage? This is pain, then. I see, I see. But even in pain I can think clearly and my movements are not inhibited.” The column of light faded despite not having done much of anything. “Marvelous. Yet an-other experiment completed.” His voice was unconcerned—no, it actually sounded content somehow.

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Volume 1, Chapter 5.1