Shalltear - Friendly Fire

Ainz had been expecting this, of course, but having to fight two level-100 opponents at once was still a huge burden.

Then she summoned countless kin: wolves, bats, a pack of rats, and so on. None of them was as big a threat as Einherjar, but the power of their numbers couldn’t be taken lightly.

I can use an area-of-effect spell to finish off all of those at once, but what can I do about Einherjar?

Ainz was watching to see what Shalltear would do when Einherjar charged at him. This he hadn’t expected. Why isn’t Shall-tear moving? Wasn’t she planning on crushing me with the power of numbers? His question melted as he shifted his gaze and the flames in his vacant orbits grew large.

“That’s so low!” he shouted without thinking. That’s allowed?

What he saw was Shalltear annihilating the kin she’d summoned by running them through with her Pipette Lance. She was healing herself with the Pipette Lance by using it to kill her own kin.

It goes without saying that the amount of healing the Pipette Lance could provide depended on the amount of damage dealt. Ainz was the same level as Shalltear and had high defenses, while her kin were weak. It was obvious which would heal her better. Ainz watched as she recovered more and more health.

She stabbed one after another with her lance, destroying them. It was so cruel and totally unforeseen.

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Volume 3, Chapter 5.2