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- “Then I’ll start. Touch of Undeath.”
- “What kind of spell is that? Arché!”
- “I don’t know! I’ve never heard of it!”
- With a watchful eye on the black haze enveloping Ainz’s righthand, the unknown magic, Hekkeran tensed his feet so he could dodge at a moment’s notice. His teammates behind him seemed to be spreading out, wary of an area-of-effect attack.
- ***
- “Does it hurt? Don’t worry. I won’t kill you now. This is the most pity I can take on thieves—Paralysis.”
- His body froze. No, he wasn’t frozen but paralyzed.
- “Maybe Touch of Undeath was a waste if I was only going to paralyze him?”
- Hekkeran’s ears picked up sounds in vain.
- He heard a series of bow twangs.
- The response was a ridiculing voice. “How many times do I have to tell you...? No, it’s fine, you can resist. You’ll feel more helpless that way.”
- Run!
- His mouth wouldn’t move, but it trembled.
- ***
- Volume 7, Chapter 4.1
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