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Hundredth Chapter 17 The essence of human beings is struggle

After a moment of silence, Weston asked: "I have always had a question. What is your dissatisfaction with the world I created?"

"Dissatisfied?" Ainz was silent for a while: "What are you talking about, you just chose differently."

"Stop pretending, Ainz, no...Suzuki Satoru."

"What!?" Ainz was taken aback, and immediately felt chills in his heart. He even knew his real name, so it seems that the so-called concealment does not exist at all, and it may even be at the beginning of the Nazarick necropolis. has been monitored by him.Of course, this was just Ainz's speculation.

"Although I don't know where you found out my true identity, only one of us is dead now. So there's no need for your nonsense." Ainz suppressed the fluctuating emotions in his heart.

This skeletal body suppressed his emotions that wanted to explode.

In terms of dissatisfaction, there were too many in the original world.

His life was being consumed long before this man changed his world. After the ordinary world was changed by magic, the job of the so-called salesman became even more unpleasant.

This man's utopia cannot realize his dream, and he keeps saying that the utopia has everything for everyone, but his ability is a useless 'analysis'. Naturally, Ainz now has a different mentality. It is already a different view. Maybe I was dissatisfied with life at that time, maybe it was just that my strength could not match my ambition.

but--

In any case, he escaped from the real world of YGGDRASIL. He thought he had found the only solace. It was a pleasant adventure to fight side by side with the guild.However, because the world he created has to be deprived of even this point, all his companions have returned to reality, and the magical reality is far more realistic than the virtual.

So... all his companions have left, but he is the only one living in the virtual world.

"You changed my life and made it even worse. Why should I not hate your existence? Thinking about it now, maybe I am dissatisfied with Takimi and Peroroncino. Why can they do whatever they want?" At your mercy. Of course, I am even more dissatisfied with you, the instigator. What belongs to my own strengths is just a puppet whose thoughts are enslaved by you!

To me, this world is a toy to you, and my world is a toy to you.Why are you able to stand tall, Grand Magister.All talents have been decided at the very beginning, why do we have to take the most suitable path?We are not your puppets. "

Weston sighed: "I have never treated you as puppets. Handing over human society to perfect machine control can reduce many tragedies. But aren't you already choosing an unsuitable path now?"

"Sophistry?" Ainz snorted in a low voice, took a deep breath, and continued after a pause, "Enough... These feelings are not important anymore. I am no longer Suzuki Satoru, but this body Below, the last member of the Anziwuergong Guild. That's all."

If the guy wants to sway himself, or wobble, by letting his past go, he's dead wrong.

"That's right... You choose GAME over the boring reality. Then I have nothing to say, my reality can't attract you. No matter what the reason is, you can't join it. This is a fact. I don't want to talk about it." It doesn't matter." Weston spread his hands and changed his tone: "But then again, Ainz, do you plan to rely on you alone?"

This guy is going to put all his eggs in one basket.

Weston didn't see any familiar figures from his side, such as the dark elves' sisters mentioned by the big salted fish, or the worms from Bushido.

"You are alone too. Are you still fearless in the face of this sea of ​​undead?" Ainz said in a low voice.

The two said the same thing, but expressed completely different meanings.

"Undead soldiers?" Weston sneered and shook his head: "After I discovered these miscellaneous soldiers, they have no strategic significance at all. Maybe relying on the NPCs in the Nazarick Necropolis, there may be a slight chance of winning. After all, you Ainz Ooal Gown has several world-class props that threaten me..."

"No, it's not meaningless." Ainz said in a deep voice.

It is precisely because he has considered today's defeat rate and meaningless sacrifices that he rejected Cocytus and Aura's request to join the war, and he will not only accept their soldiers and animals for scouting information. feel sad.

The children died in battle, and the lives of their parents were almost tantamount to nothingness.However, after the death of their parents, the children were able to continue on the path of their parents.Maybe he will die today, but he is ready to fight alone.

Ainz held up his scepter with both hands: "Soldiers, by the order of the Lord of Death, take the city of Yelan Tier!"

The mighty army of skeletons, under Ainz's order, seemed to be trapped in the energy added by the berserk spell, and walked slowly like lost skeletons, one after another turned into vigorous warriors and ran towards Weston in a neat and orderly manner. The yellow sand blowing all over the sky, the smoke and dust instantly covered Weston's sight, only the roaring vibration of the earth, the sound like the surging earth's core resounded on the battlefield.

On the Yelan Tier city wall, Gazef and other officers showed nervous expressions at the same time.They all knew that the Juggernaut was invincible, but seeing such a situation and the fact that the enemy was still an unkillable skeleton, they still felt extremely worried, even fearful.

Gazef yelled on the city wall: "Sword Master, do you need our help to delay, you go directly to fight the enemy's general?"

He had also heard the conversation between Weston and Ainz before. Obviously, these two regarded each other as opponents on the battlefield.And although he couldn't interfere, it was still possible to temporarily help the Juggernaut hold back the undead army.Not out of any desire to help, but simply not wanting to stand by.

"No, you don't need to take action." In front of such a scene, Weston felt a surge of emotion in his calm heart. At least Ainz was an outstanding commander. In the army, in terms of disciplinary autonomy, it is impossible to achieve such a degree, even in a military parade.

However, this is not magic.

All the kingdoms are questioning his leisure after deploying the system, but no one knows that he is waiting for such a scene.Now that it's finally here, he doesn't want people to interfere.

"The essence of human beings is struggle, my sister controls Nietzsche's thinking..." Weston sighed, and opened his eyes at the same time: "However, I love this characteristic of human beings. I am never satisfied. This lowliness of desire, and the ephemeral life that cannot match its desire. The spirit of moths to the fire that has no limit but knows no limit."

Slowly pulling out the pain of frozen teeth, the whole land began to float a frosty white mist, floating in Weston's eyes, and projected on the sky and the ground respectively, like a giant field magic.Last time tens of thousands of soldiers of the Bajas Empire were turned into ice sculptures, and now this scene will be repeated, and it is even simpler.

"Let these undead be relieved..."

[Ecstasy · Winter of Fenbulle]

Weston resonated with the octagonal stars in the sky, raised his hand and waved the pain of frozen teeth, and the ripple-like slash with three thousand ripples penetrated the battlefield, and also pierced through the skeletons of undead skeletons. The biting winter wind began to blow, directly attacking Ainz who was on the bone dragon at the end of the army.

A ripple directly penetrated his bachelor's robe, making Ainz slightly taken aback.As a bone, it is impossible for human beings to feel the sense of 'coolness', and it has begun to recover in the body.This made Ainz suddenly vigilant, and tore off a scroll from himself.

The coolness didn't disappear, and Ainz immediately blessed his body with several defensive spells.Although the [Frost Shield] is exclusive to frost mages who cannot learn to change professions as a necromancer, the cold resistance attribute of the general series does not require too many thresholds.

A silver film appeared on the surface of Ainz's academic robe, dispelling the coldness.Ainz said in a low voice, "How could I lose to this kind of move that instantly kills miscellaneous soldiers? Isn't it too contemptuous? Great Magister Weston."

There was a crackling sound in the atmosphere, and ice flakes began to form in the air.The skeletal undead soldiers with defensive magic and non-magic defenses are in sharp contrast at this moment.

Only the front of the battlefield was seen; the smoke and dust receded, the rumble of the earthquake stopped abruptly, and the bodies of countless soldiers who rushed towards the city of Elantier behind Weston began to freeze.At a speed visible to the naked eye, a layer of purer white frost was applied to the silver-white skeleton, and it continued to spread.The running figures of the skeleton soldiers were quickly covered in frost one by one, as if they had been sealed.

However, it was completely different from the last time. The bones had no flesh and blood, and they struggled like rattles in the ice.

"They are bones, you can't freeze them for long. As long as I, the summoner, don't die, they will attack endlessly."

"Huh? Then just erase it."

Like the erasing pen on the drawing board, all the colorful colors of the earth, withered autumn leaves, yellowed lawns, and the yellow sand of the earth have been quickly replaced by a piece of silvery white smear.Without waiting for Ainz to react, he was enveloped by an army of tens of thousands of frozen skeletons and stars in the sky and on the ground, followed by fluctuations of black light.

【Rejection of events】