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In the blink of an eye, three-quarters of the entire hall disappeared and turned into flat ground, and the props from the space type took the entire hall into its pocket.Demiurge in front of Meteora disappeared, and Calca also disappeared.

Her eyes widened. He had seen this prop in the game.For a moment, Meteora clenched her fists, her face unwilling.

A world-class prop that can bring things into a different space.

"...The map of the mountains and rivers of the Ainz Ooal Gong Guild."

Damn kryptonite!

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Meteora stared at the hall that had been 'cut' to three-quarters of the area, and stared closely at the surroundings in her eyes.

The effect of world-class props on transferring space is indeed very strong, but it is impossible not to leave any traces, let alone transporting such a large material to another space.

Wherever there is a ripple and dissonance in space, I can find it.

She was also secretly wary of the other party's sudden attack.

...the enemy knew her skills, and knew it so well.Apart from that idiot Weston, only players in the Ainz Ooal Gong Guild knew about this ability.

In this world, there is only a 1% possibility of knowing her skill existence rate, but it happens to be this 1%.

Are there other 'players'?

"Are you looking for me? Great Sage." Ripples in space reappeared, and a hole was suddenly torn from the midair. Demiurge had already torn off the identity of 'Emperor Jaldabaoth', revealing his true identity. standing in front of Meteora.

"Switching different laws of space will directly make my magic effect disappear?" Meteora looked at Demiurge's confident face and said solemnly.

"That's right, it's all thanks to Ainz-sama. If he hadn't told me that you knew this skill and provided me with the props to defend against, I would have really lost! To be honest, I think too much of you, but You are actually too powerful. Based on my actions, you can come up with the method of 'the easiest way is to defeat me'. Well-deserved reputation, great sage!"

What Demiurge did, in simple terms, was to use the negative status imposed on him by Meteora to achieve the effect of eliminating negative buffs in a way similar to refreshing the map.

Although he was recruited, but he came here with the map of Shanhe Sheji, so he had already taken precautions.

Now, all his trump cards have been exposed, and the situation is on his side.

"Now, you should know who has the most chips between us?" Demiurge said.

"Do you think you will win? You cracked it once, but it doesn't mean you can crack it a second time. Your world-class props are not so cheap that they can be abused, right?" Although the second hit is impossible, Meteora Still pretending to say it.

Demiurge snorted, waved his hand, and took out the Holy Queen from the map of Shanhe Sheji. Her whole body was fixed by chains, and she was held in Demiurge's hands.

"I don't plan to fight you. We are all at the same level. I don't plan to do it again due to the uncertain factor of fighting. After all, I also have the possibility of losing. But you can fight if you want, you see—" Demiurge swung the Holy Queen Calca as if swinging a sword.

Meteora's small face was cold: "You bastard, there is a limit to humiliating people."

"Really? For me, this is not a humiliation. For you, this holy princess has a noble status. To us demons, she is just a weak human being. Oh no, now she is still interfering with you and me A bargaining chip in battle. If you want to fight with me, you have to face the preparation of destroying my 'weapon'." Being able to irritate the opponent is the best thing, Demiurge said with a wicked smile .

"So, do you surrender now, or fight with me?" Calca's two calves were held tightly by Demiurge, and he swung forward as a sword hilt.

Meteora: "..."

"Your Excellency the Great Sage, don't pay attention to me."

Saying such things at such a time would be an irony in the novel... Meteora said something in his heart.However, Calca's face at the moment is determined, without any pretense, obviously not intending to be used.

Her choice was also correct. After all, even if she compromised, it didn't mean that Demiurge would let Calca and herself go.Meteora thought deeply, and rationally judged that it was the best way for her to leave immediately to rescue soldiers, but that was basically equivalent to giving up Calca in front of her.That was a choice she would never make in her three views.

But the current options are not so good.

①Choose to fight Demiurge, and the result is that Calca must die, and then the result of the battle is uncertain.She could lose, she could win, or nothing would happen.

②Don't choose to fight... Both of them can survive, and both of them may be designed to die by Demiurge in front of them, or they can wait for Weston to come and let that despicable disciple deal with this despicable demon.

Meteora took a deep breath, her face hesitated.At the critical moment, she trusted her disciples very much, but she was a little uncertain about traveling with the 'female knight'.

Seeing her action, Demiurge smiled: "So you see, war still depends on brains, so I can win without fighting. There will be no accidents."

"You think I've thrown in the towel? Scumbag," Meteora whispered.

"Despicableness is the pronoun that humans bestow on us demons, right? Thank you for the compliment." Demiurge made a gentlemanly salute.

Meteora gritted her teeth, and put down the Book of Ten Thousand Miles she held in her hand: "I understand, let Calca go, I admit defeat."

"A wise choice. When I inform Lord Ainz, you will immediately feel the greatness of that Lord. After all, your value is greater than the king of a country in my opinion. As for releasing the Holy Queen , let’s wait until you hand over the chips to me!” Demiurge said with a smile.

Meteora cursed despicably, and said in a low voice, "I have no bargaining chips."

"That's not what you say. Your 'sage system', I'm also very curious about your large-scale magic that can improve the quality of all citizens." Demiurge's eyes flashed with greed.

Meteora froze for a moment: "Is this your real purpose?"

"No, to be precise, all my actions are for the Supreme Supreme. Huh?"

Halfway through the speech, Demiurge was taken aback for a moment, and looked towards the back of Meteora in the depths of the palace manor: "Where is that place?"

The teleportation magic circle is in operation... Meteora's eyes glowed, but seeing Calca still in the opponent's hands, he sighed secretly.

She couldn't leave Calca alone to activate the magic circle for Weston to teleport.

But now that the magic circle is glowing, it also means that guy Weston already knows the situation in the capital, right?

"It seems that this is the rescuer you brought, who is it?" Demiurge asked curiously.

"Who knows—but no matter who's behind you, I'd like to advise you; as far as meanness is concerned, I have a guy like you on my side. He's coming soon, too."

A trace of vigilance flashed under Demiurge's eyes, but he still smiled: "Oh? Then I'm interested."