Ainz - Soul Eaters

“…I’m not sure, but the monsters they’re riding seem to be the soul eaters of legend. They’re a type of greedy undead that devours the souls of the living. Folklore says they appeared in a city in the center of the continent, in the country of the beastmen.”

“And…what was the damage?”

Boris’s reply was horribly quiet.

“A hundred thousand…”

Gazef gasped.

“…Supposedly, three soul eaters showed up, and the city was destroyed. Ninety-five percent of the population—over a hundred thousand people—died, and legend has it that it was renamed the Silent City, then abandoned.”

A heavy silence fell.

“…And there are five hundred of them here?”

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He didn’t get to finish what he was saying—because a masked caster took up position at the head of the army. To his right was a small figure in a hooded robe. To his left was one of the empire’s Four.

Even at that distance, Gazef knew who it was at a glance.

“Sir Gown…”

“That’s the caster Ainz Ooal Gown?!”

“He summoned the soul eaters? That guy? Marquis Raeven, what…?” The veteran hero gulped and gasped in a murmur, “What are we going up against?”

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Volume 9, Chapter 4.1