Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 202 Exciting Surveillance Replay

Momonga stared at the image projected by the surveillance magic, in which Shalltear was surrounded by four people.

The four worked together seamlessly: one provided frontal support, one dealt ranged damage, one provided defensive support, and one charged up for a powerful attack.

Standard squad tactics are nothing unusual in games, but this isn't a game, and Shalltear isn't an NPC.

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She was a living, breathing person; she screamed, raged, and desperately tried to take someone down with her with her last ounce of strength, but then the girl's "Great Calamity" swallowed everything.

Feisquirrel stared at the blank light, remaining silent for a moment. His thoughts drifted back to a long time ago, back to the days when he was still in the game.

Ulbert, his companion, the man who always had a gloomy face and spoke harshly, but was always at the forefront of every guild battle.

He is also the [World Calamity], and his [Great Calamity] has turned the tide of countless guild wars, blasting the enemy's formation into pieces.

Ainz remembered one time when Ulbert, after unleashing his ultimate attack, smugly said in the guild chat, "How was that? Cool, right?" Nobody paid him any attention. Then he said, "Shall I do it again?" Everyone shouted at the same time, "No!"

Momonga's lips twitched slightly. After the scene returned to normal, the spot where Shalltear had stood was now empty, and he finally put aside his distant thoughts.

"Shalltear," he said softly, "is not wronged in losing."

Demiurge stood behind him, silently gazing at the blank space. His creator was Lord Ulbert, and he knew the power of the Great Calamity better than anyone else.

It was a power that shouldn't exist in this world; it was a pure, destructive, and irrational torrent of energy. It's normal that the guardians couldn't stop it.

"Lord Ainz," his voice was deeper than usual, carrying an unusual seriousness, "how should we deal with that human woman?"

The flying squirrel didn't turn around. "The eighth floor is open," he said. "If they dare to come in, we'll give them a Waterloo."

Demiurge adjusted his glasses and didn't ask any more questions. The eighth level was Nazarick's last trump card, its deepest abyss. The last time anyone stepped into it was 1,500 invaders, and they never came out again.

Feisquirrel continued watching the monitor. The screen switched to the fourth floor, where Aura and Mare were standing next to the newly activated Gargantua. Before they could retreat, they were blocked by the players who rushed in.

The siblings wielded their whips and staffs like windmills, but the enemies were too numerous, like a tide, like an ant colony, like an endless swarm of locusts.

When they fell, they didn't even splash much water.

Momonga sighed. Not out of anger, but out of helplessness. He had known this would happen. Three thousand against two—even if he stood there, he wouldn't last more than a few seconds.

Demiurge stood to the side, watching silently; he knew it too.

Then Ainz noticed something strange: the players didn't destroy Gargantua; they circled the giant statue a few times and then stopped.

Then someone opened a huge portal.

The flying squirrel's pupils contracted slightly. A [teleportation portal]? Didn't those dragons set up a world-class barrier? Theoretically, a teleportation portal shouldn't be able to pass through this barrier.

He quickly realized that the barrier wasn't targeting these people.

Then, three figures emerged from the portal.

The red light in the flying squirrel's eye sockets suddenly froze.

The first one is a fire giant over fifty meters tall, its body engulfed in flames powerful enough to melt rocks.

Surtur, the King of Flames.

This is one of the most famous regional bosses among the nine worlds, second only to world bosses.

The second one is the two-kilometer-long [Jörmungandr, the World Serpent].

It took several minutes just to climb out.

Jormungandr, the World Serpent, is the Midgard Serpent that encircles the nine worlds and is on par with Surtur.

The third one is a big hamster, fluffy, round, and looks very fat, soft, and easy to squeeze.

The flying squirrel's gaze lingered on the first two for a long time; he recognized them.

YGGDRASIL is a game based on Norse mythology. Surtur and Jormungandr are among the most famous names in the mythology and are also well-known regional bosses in the game.

He had seen their models in the game and had also seen videos of other guilds besieging them.

But he never imagined that he would see them in reality one day. The huge models were already impressive enough in the game, but seeing them in the real world amplified the sense of oppression several times over.

How does the other party control them?

After thinking for a moment, the flying squirrel quickly came up with an answer—pay-to-win.

Just like how they managed to summon those guys on the eighth floor, only these two summoned by the other side are bigger and cost more money.

Momonga initially thought the other party had summoned them to conquer Nazarick, and he was figuring out how to respond when he witnessed a scene that left him speechless.

They fought around Gargantua, Surtur pressing him head-on with his flaming greatsword, the giant hamster tripping him with its tail, and Jormungandr entwining him with its body.

Then they dragged Gargantua into the portal, the whole process clean and efficient, like three skilled porters.

Momonga watched the portal close and remained silent for a long time.

He had seen all sorts of gameplay styles in the game; some people liked to collect rare equipment, some liked to raise the strongest pets, and some liked to build magnificent strongholds.

But he had never seen anyone treat a regional boss like a porter.

Flying Squirrel stared at the empty ruins and remained silent for a long time. How could such a thing still exist?

In the game, you can indeed use skills or items to forcibly kidnap NPCs, but those NPCs are not very big. No one has ever kidnapped a 30-meter-tall siege golem; he has never seen such a scene before.

He turned to look at Demiurge.

Demiurge's expression also showed a rare crack.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin. Finally, he pushed up his glasses and said, "Lord Ainz, I will immediately send men to retrieve Gargantua."

"No need." Momonga's voice was calm. "They're long gone, and we can't catch up now." He paused. "Let's win this battle first, and then we'll talk again once the barrier is lifted."

Demiurge paused for a moment, then nodded. He understood what Ainz meant; they couldn't even get out of the door now, so there was no way they could chase after him.

The flying mouse continued watching the surveillance footage.

In the scene, the players have already surged past the ruins of the fourth floor and are heading towards the fifth floor.

The fifth layer is the domain protected by Cocytus.

Momonga had previously communicated with Cocytus using communication magic. "Cocytus, retreat to the eighth floor. There's no point in holding the fifth floor."

Cocytus placed his four hands on the hilt of his knife. His compound eyes showed no fear or hesitation, only a pure, almost obsessive determination.

"Lord Ainz, protecting the fifth floor is a mission bestowed upon me by my creator, Takemikazuchi, and other supreme beings, including Lord Ainz. I will never abandon the fifth floor."

He paused, then continued, "As long as we're alive, the position is ours. Unless I'm killed, I will absolutely not let a single madman advance to the next level."

Momonga remained silent for a long time. He wanted to say, "Retreat is an order," but when he looked into Cocytus's eyes, where his reflection was seen in the four compound eyes, he suddenly couldn't say the word.

"Okay," he said. "If you can't hold on any longer, then quit."

He is now looking back at the surveillance footage.

In the scene, Cocytus stands on the ice field of the fifth level, his four hands on the hilt of his sword. Behind him are monsters ready for battle. His compound eyes reflect the surging crowd in the distance. There is no fear, no hesitation, only the determination of a warrior.

Flying Squirrel watched the figures surging towards the fifth floor on the monitor and remained silent for a long time.

Then he turned his head and looked at the summoning books being carried out one by one deep in the library, and the gold coins being poured into the summoning circle one handful at a time. His eyes glowed red.

"Hurry up," he said. The clerk's hand trembled, and the gold coins fell even faster.

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