Reincarnation Paradise: Passion Leads to Greatest Success

Chapter 159 Purple Iron Ball

Just as Lajus and Evilue were secretly discussing their next course of action, a gasp suddenly rang out from the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, a series of disturbances broke out in the crowd.

The commotion spread rapidly like ripples, interrupting their conversation. The members of the Blue Rose looked back in confusion and found that all the resting group members were staring in the same direction—deep into the ruins.

They turned to look as well.

The next moment, both Lajus and Evilue held their breath.

Above the ruins, the once empty space was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, fine and menacing. Crack, crack—a crisp yet chilling sound of shattering rang out continuously, and the cracks spread, covering the entire ruins in the blink of an eye.

Finally, at the moment when the crack extended to the end of the field of vision, with a soft "bang", the entire space shattered and turned into thousands of shimmering starlight, falling softly like a silent snowfall.

"What...what exactly happened?"

Lahoz murmured in a daze, subconsciously reaching out her hand. A tiny star quietly landed on her fingertip, yet brought no sensation whatsoever, as if it had merely passed through a phantom of light and shadow, silently vanishing without a trace.

boom----

Just as stardust was falling and everyone was still in a daze, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the depths of the ruins.

The ground trembled violently, as if a giant beast was turning over underground, and Lahoz could clearly feel the instability under her feet.

She looked up abruptly and saw dust billowing into the sky from the center of the explosion. Thick smoke and dust quickly obscured her vision like a curtain, making it impossible to see what had happened.

Boom boom boom————

The explosions didn't stop; the successive roars were like thunder before a storm, making people's eardrums ache. Each wave of explosions unleashed a violent shockwave, sweeping away debris and sand in all directions.

The members of Blue Rose, who were standing on the edge, and hundreds of other group members around them, were all unsteady on their feet in the sudden storm.

Some people staggered and grabbed onto the broken wall beside them, while others plunged their longswords into the ground to desperately resist the gale and barely managed not to fall.

"Lahagi, run!"

Evilue's red robes rustled in the gale as she braved the wind and shouted in the direction of Lajus, her usually calm tone betraying her barely concealed terror.

"Why!"

Lahoz leaned forward against the wind, shielding her eyes with one hand, her voice muffled and hurried in the sandstorm.

"Those fighting in there are all monsters!"

"monster?"

Lahoz's question was hidden in the wind.

"Hurry up!"

Ibiruai suppressed her fear and kept reminding her.

Deep within the billowing dust, several chilling auras surged, power levels far beyond her comprehension. It was precisely this profound sense of the disparity between friend and foe that led her to propose leaving without hesitation.

Lahoz leaned forward, covering her face with one hand.

She believed that Ibiruai's judgment, based on past experiences, was almost always correct.

But she wanted to see who was fighting, even if it was just a glimpse.

However, braving the strong winds and dust, she couldn't see the scene inside, let alone the figures of people fighting.

"Everyone retreat! Get out of here!"

Although she was unwilling, the situation was too dire, so she could only loudly remind the people around her and give the order to retreat.

Unbeknownst to Lajus, the battle in the ruins had already ended while she was leading her team to evacuate.

The source of this overwhelming gale and continuous roar was not a fierce battle, but rather Mare's arrangement.

Mare stood quietly beside Ainz Ooal Gown, his World Tree Staff lightly tapping the ground, effortlessly creating a scene of natural disaster.

After Aura informed him that there were many people outside, Ainz instructed Mare to immediately create an environment that would obscure vision, such as strong winds, after canceling the effect of the Mountain and River Map, to drive away all the spying people.

The reason they didn't intend to kill everyone was because Blue Rose and the others were only a small group, and there were also quite a few civilians and soldiers watching from the outside. If they wanted to completely clear the area, they would probably have to slaughter most of the capital.

This was very simple for Mare. Almost all of his professions resonated closely with nature, such as high forest priest, forest mage, and nature vanguard. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was the embodiment of nature. Creating gales and sandstorms was a piece of cake for him.

With no one else around, Flying Squirrel's gaze fell on two shallow pits a few meters ahead.

Shalltear and Cocytus, the two floor guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, lay silently at the bottom of the pit, covered in wounds.

Shalltear's magnificent yet ferocious crimson battle dress was tattered and torn, a gruesome gash burst open on the side of her helmet, and scarlet blood slid down her forehead, flowed down her pale cheek, and dripped into the dust.

The "dropper gun" rolled to the side, and she seemed to have lost even the strength to lift her fingers.

Cocytus's condition was even more alarming; his prized azure carapace was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and fine fissures spread from his chest to his limbs, as if it would shatter completely at any moment.

Both of them tried to struggle to get up, but their severe injuries prevented them from even doing something as simple as getting up.

Ainz Ooal Gown felt a pang of reluctance, but he knew that if he couldn't break the mental control placed on Shalltear and Cocytus, they would continue to point their weapons at their former comrades as guardians of Nazarick.

This was a betrayal he could not tolerate, even though they themselves were victims.

Therefore, Shalltear and Cocytus must die. Only after their complete demise, through the resurrection mechanism of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, can the controlling influence attached to their souls be washed away.

The amount of gold coins required to revive a level 100 NPC is astronomical, but he would do it without hesitation if there was even the slightest possibility.

Because each of these guardians was conceived, designed, and created by him and his former companions with countless efforts.

He would never allow outsiders to manipulate these hard-earned achievements with dirty tricks, thereby eroding the guild he cared about most.

But before that, he still wanted to give it a try.

"Shalltear, tell me, who did you meet in the Great Forest of Tob!"

Feisquirrel didn't directly ask about the operator's identity; he knew it was an impossible question to answer.

During the battle just now, he discovered that Shalltear seemed to still maintain the proper admiration and respect for him, only that the object of her loyalty had changed.

In that case, he might be able to guide the other party to reveal what happened at the time through some verbal prompting.

It was precisely because he wanted to give it a try that he didn't kill the two immediately.

It should be noted that he currently knows almost nothing about the other world, and is unaware of whether there are natives whose level reaches or exceeds 100.

If that's true, then every second they stay is dangerous.

boom.

A white iron ball was thrown to the ground a short distance away by Shalltear. After rolling to the ground, a metallic ripple appeared on the surface of the white iron ball, and white nano-metal dripped to the ground like liquid.

The iron ball's true form was revealed to the flying squirrel and all the guardians.

It was an iron ball with a purple glow on its surface. The flying squirrel could clearly see the purple liquid flowing continuously inside the energy conductor. He asked curiously, "What is this?"