The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

To advance is to die.

Retreat means certain death.

Two paths lay clearly before Lin Mo, both leading to the same destination.

hell!

No matter what choice he makes, the final outcome seems to have been predetermined.

To survive, one must find the only path to life hidden in the unknown corners of these dead ends.

Just as Lin Mo's consciousness was frantically pondering, there was movement from the undead camp in the distance.

A figure emerged silently from behind Ainz Ooal Gown.

It was a female ghost draped in a transparent veil made of countless wailing souls, her figure outlining alluring curves.

Even though she has turned into a skeleton, one can still glimpse a bit of her former beauty in the alluring posture of that skeleton.

Viola, the Soul Weaver.

She moved gracefully behind Ainz Ooal Gown and knelt humbly on one knee.

The illusory face even revealed a smile that was almost obsequious.

"Lord Ainz, leave these troublesome fellows to me."

She glanced meaningfully at the group of official soldiers in the distance, still fighting a bloody battle against an endless army of monsters.

The Forgotten Knight Raven and the Faceless Mourner Seris, who were standing not far from Viola, both experienced a violent fluctuation in their soulfire.

Frustration and jealousy surged within them.

Such a great opportunity to shine, and this woman stole it first!

However, Ainz Ooal Gown's next reaction puzzled everyone.

He didn't even turn around.

Those eyes, burning with azure soul flames, still calmly gazed into the distance.

A cold, crisp, emotionless byte came out of his mouth.

"roll!"

The instant the sound of the word falls.

Viola's body felt as if it had been struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, her body flew backward in a twisted posture, finally crashing heavily onto the scorched ground hundreds of meters away.

The wailing souls that formed the veil of her soul were mostly destroyed in the shockwave, turning into specks of ghostly light that vanished into the air.

She struggled to get up from the ground.

But with each attempt, more soul fire escaped from the gaps in the bones, and the aura withered to an extreme degree at a visible speed.

This blow, though not fatal, was definitely a severe injury!

She kept her head down, confused but not daring to think of resisting.

The other two lord-level undead behind Ainz Ooal Gown, Raven and Seris, froze in place, then simultaneously took a half-step back.

A movement so small as to be almost imperceptible.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared.

Deep within their burning soul-fire eye sockets, an uncontrollable surge of joy welled up.

I'm glad I reacted a beat slower than Viola.

This scene left Lin Mo, who was watching from a distance, completely bewildered.

"What's going on now?"

"What exactly does Ainz Ooal Gown want to do?"

Having done all this, Ainz Ooal Gown seemed to have merely dismissed an inconvenient insect, and no longer paid any attention to Viola.

He turned around and started walking.

He didn't walk towards Lin Mo, but went straight towards Pan Gu, and Captain Li, who was being protected by Pan Gu and was already seriously injured and unconscious.

His pace was slow, steady, and composed.

There was no sound, but everyone seemed to hear it.

Thump—!

Thump—!

Thump—!

Upon seeing Ainz Ooal Gown approach, Bones, who was already on edge, instantly bristled.

His massive body suddenly lunged forward, completely shielding the heavily injured Captain Li behind him.

With arms outstretched, he adopted the most resolute and primal defensive stance.

A trace of death energy flowed wildly across the surface of his bones, emitting a faint, mournful cry of unbearable strain.

He had only just gained the right to use this body, possessing the power of a lord, but had no idea how to use it.

At this moment, Pan Gu—no, he has now completely become Zhang Heng.

At this moment, Zhang Heng was filled with fear of the Bone King.

He had already vaguely learned some things from Chi Zhengyang.

He knew the terror of the being before him.

But he did not back down.

Not a single step.

Seeing that Pangu was on high alert and desperately protecting him, Ainz Ooal Gown finally stopped.

There seemed to be some emotion surging in his eyes, which were burning with azure soul flames, and in the end, it turned into a... bitter smile.

"Don't worry, since he's someone you cherish, I won't hurt him."

Ainz Ooal Gown spoke.

This time, his words were no longer the cold syllables that could freeze the soul, but rather carried a strange, deliberately slowed gentleness.

As he spoke, he raised his hand, which looked like it was carved from white jade.

In the palm of his hand, a bottle of potion emitting a soft red glow lay quietly.

That familiar bottle, that familiar color...

[Basic Life Potion]

These are props sold in Lin Mo's general store.

For ordinary people, as long as they have a breath left, this thing has the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life.

Before Zhang Heng could recover from his shock, Bone King flicked his wrist, and the potion traced a steady parabola, landing precisely on Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng subconsciously reached out his giant hand and carefully caught it.

He looked down at the red potion in his hand, his enormous head filled with incomprehensible confusion.

Observing people's expressions and being sensitive to their thoughts are ingrained in Zhang Hengke's very being.

He could clearly sense that the terrifying undead lord before him showed no hostility towards him whatsoever.

Not only was there no hostility, but on the contrary...

Instead, there was a kind of intimacy that seemed like a deliberate attempt to please.

This feeling was so absurd that it made him extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm glad you're so wary of me."

Before Pangu could speak, the Bone King's voice rang out again.

This time, his words carried a hint of indescribable relief.

"I hope you always remain vigilant and are not misled by anyone or anything."

He paused, as if considering his words.

"Remember this: anyone who is kind to you is doing it for their own benefit."

"just me......"

"I am the only one in the whole world who deserves your unconditional trust."

Even if the whole world abandons you, I will stand firmly by your side.

These words are inexplicable and don't make any sense.

Zhang Heng couldn't understand the meaning at all; he only felt it was utterly absurd.

But the next second, something even more incredible happened, something that overturned everyone's understanding of what was going on.

Under Zhang Heng's gaze, flesh and blood began to grow on the tall, holy white jade skeleton of the Bone King!

Crimson muscle fibers appeared out of thin air, rapidly coiling and weaving like vines, covering the stark white bones.

The tough fascia then grows and connects to each bone.

Pale skin emerged from the flesh, completely masking the blood and horror.

His tattered scholar's robe underwent a miraculous transformation during this process; the fabric twisted and rearranged, turning into a well-fitting and simple black casual outfit.

All of this happened in just a few breaths.

The undead lord, who once dominated the world and brought endless death and fear, has vanished completely.

Instead, there was a man standing still.

He looked to be around thirty years old, with black hair and black eyes, a gentle face, and even a touch of masculine righteousness.

Zhang Heng's heart skipped a beat.

This man...

This face looked strangely familiar to him.

He seems... I feel like I've seen him somewhere before...

In an instant, Zhang Heng remembered.

He had seen this face in his mother's treasured photo album.

The man didn't say anything more, he just stood there quietly.

A perfectly timed smile graced his face.

That smile was full of intimacy, and a hint of barely perceptible caution.