Ainz - Fly + Death Knight

Then he cast a spell. “Fly!”

He glided lightly into the air and Albedo followed him a moment later.

Death Knight, if there are any knights left alive, leave them. We can use them. In response to Ainz’s thought came compliance. He understood what the death knight was feeling and what kind of situation he was in, even at a distance; it was a vague sensation, difficult to describe.

He flew quickly in the direction the horn had sounded. The wind whipped at him—he hadn’t been able to go this fast in Yggdrasil. His robe got twisted around his body in an irksome way, but the flight was brief. Soon he was above the village; he looked down. One part of the ground in the square was darkened as if it had gotten wet. It was scattered with corpses. A handful of knights were left barely standing. And the death knight stood with perfect posture.

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Volume 1, Chapter 3.4